Marks in the other room watching Bob Costas and laughing his ass off...alone. Giggling like a newborn babe even. Geez...to be so gleeful about a bunch of guys discussing sports...gag
I am drinking Mich with Spicy v8 and vacillating about surfing blogs I love to read and don't ever seem to get the time to read anymore and hitting the fluffy pillow.
I've had what I think should be called a peri-menopausal mood swing moment when I got home from work. The "moment" involved a child/teen/boy/mine and various eye rolling mean assed sneers and basic teen shitdom, room un-cleanliness, rudeness and a variety of other items I tire of thinking about.
Can I survive this?
How do people raise kids? Right.
sigh...I think I dread the summer...
In other news, the backyard is looking up. I mean if you can ignore the dandelions, dog shit smell and general untidiness...It's looking good.