My wife has some vacation right now, and being broke, as we are, she is spending it on the couch. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice having her home, but her constant presence is throwing off the very delicate balance that I’ve just spent two months building.
My kids are driving me fucking crazy. Atticus has come closer today, than he ever has before, to growing a prominent third foot in his ass. For dinner tonight I think I’ll feed him a bar of soap. Me, I just need the bar.
Pray for us.