Let me just say that when your day starts out with your 2 year old jumping squarely on your testicles, you gotta know its a potentially gonna be a bad day. I of course scream appropriately. Not Mel Gibsons cry freedom from Braveheart mind you, but my balls are basically waffles at this point. So of course my wife gets mad at me for screaming. What can I say, sympathy is not her strong suit. Disdain.... Now there's a gift that keeps on giving. Anyways my eyes are crossed and I'm in the doghouse before I can even get out of bed. From there things just kinda went down hill. So its nighttime, I'm doing my paper work, and I thought I would take a moment to share.
Goodnight World, and Bite Me (just not on the testicles)
Monday, November 21, 2011
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