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Friday, May 06, 2005


So I wake up to the dog puking on the carpet... Again. (Eating too many grass clippings.) son complaining that I'm packing him a corned beef sandwich for the third day in a row for lunch... this cold, a virus created in the bowels of Hades itself with the resolve and fortitude of an Amway distributor, clings to every mucous membrane in my head...I forgot to sign the damned field trip permission slip and wash the Little League uniform...but crap. Get your heads around this, Moms and Dads.

(h/t Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiller)