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Well I survived xmas at grandma's. Fortunately my secound cousin who was 11 caught all the shit from grandma. This left me in the clear from any form of abuse. Actually I feel kinda guilty about it. Half the time the lil girl didn't do a damn thing besides be a bored 11 year old when the old hag came whipping threw on her broom. I'm blowing the biddy up next time I pass through.
I also got to hang out with my uncle Brian whom I haven't seen in years. Retired Navy chief, hard partier and like looking at myself in the mirror. I got to sit on the couch and talk to myself via this guy. Which tells me as long as I keep my head up shit will be all right.
Niki and baby are home from the hosiptal. I now stand stoicly in the corner like all "Fathers" before me. Why? Because we have no clue as to whatelse to do lest we brake the poor lil buggers...
I also got to hang out with my uncle Brian whom I haven't seen in years. Retired Navy chief, hard partier and like looking at myself in the mirror. I got to sit on the couch and talk to myself via this guy. Which tells me as long as I keep my head up shit will be all right.
Niki and baby are home from the hosiptal. I now stand stoicly in the corner like all "Fathers" before me. Why? Because we have no clue as to whatelse to do lest we brake the poor lil buggers...