The view from the anal canal is narrow
Hello, me here with my head up my ass. Been sick since Thanksgiving, the baby caught it last week and is now on a nebulizer at least twice a day (Yeech). Few things fuck with a parent as much as as having to restrain a flailing screaming child and force it to breath in the toxic looking smoke. Then the odd sedation as his heart races and his hands shake afterward and all he wants to do is cuddle just breaks your heart. An hour after that however he is akin to a pinball bouncing off the walls...harder and faster and more destructive are his paths and sick Mom leaves the house in a wreck to be dealt with at a later time. Let's just hope the cats survive.
I think I've forgotten a birthday and am about to miss another, so Happy Birthday cicisunflower and morven as we get older it's good to have motherfuckers to keep us from having to do it by ourselves and to remind us to be forever 21 at heart. Cuddles and huggles of the distant non-infectious sort.
Just did the babies Christmas shopping, I haven't been this excited since the year I got the gameboy I wanted (circa 1988). Yes Christmas blows as an adult it is nothing but a hassle and if it weren't for the glittery bits I'd have sidelined the whole thing a while back. Now I understand why it keeps going, it is the heart of tradition in modern society and sharing that with the minions is really the definition of the holiday to old farts like us. It's not the things, god knows he has nothing extravagant, it's the selfless act of giving not so much the junk but the experience that the junk carries in it's pocket.
I think I've forgotten a birthday and am about to miss another, so Happy Birthday cicisunflower and morven as we get older it's good to have motherfuckers to keep us from having to do it by ourselves and to remind us to be forever 21 at heart. Cuddles and huggles of the distant non-infectious sort.
Just did the babies Christmas shopping, I haven't been this excited since the year I got the gameboy I wanted (circa 1988). Yes Christmas blows as an adult it is nothing but a hassle and if it weren't for the glittery bits I'd have sidelined the whole thing a while back. Now I understand why it keeps going, it is the heart of tradition in modern society and sharing that with the minions is really the definition of the holiday to old farts like us. It's not the things, god knows he has nothing extravagant, it's the selfless act of giving not so much the junk but the experience that the junk carries in it's pocket.