*As I write this, I smell of spit-up and lube…which pretty much gives you the entire story of my life.
*Technorati tags make me laugh. What the hell do I tag this entry?
I’m pretty sure that I posted the most unusual entry tagged “corn,” at least for the past week or two.
*Even if you are horribly annoyed, it’s hard to stay mad at your kid when she calls you “Stupid McPoopyHead.”
*If you are two years old, it’s really difficult to make a meatball bounce, no matter how persistently you try…and it’s impossible to understand why something called “ball” doesn’t bounce.
*Yesterday, I had cause to yell, “Stop beating that banana!”
To a child, of course.
Would have been far more interesting if I’d said it to an adult.
*The majority of this was written in a cyber cafe on an “unsecured” connection. Anyone (I suppose) could have snatched the words out of the thin air RIGHT AS I TYPED!
There was a church-group sitting nearby, doing a Bible study. Do you think they could see the cloud of dirty thoughts above my head?
Would they have been appalled to know that I was writing about fucking someone in the ass?
*Would you find it odd if you discovered your husband had been surfing on Gay.com? Just askin’.
