Trot has went poop in the toilet exactly 0 times since our "breakthrough" on Monday.
Ciera is practicing for a Catillion where, and I quote, "I danced with about 50 boys today".
And Rakes is becoming so obsessed with "Star Wars" I'm just waiting for the day he asks me to take him to a convention and I subsequently pass out.
Add to all this I've got OCD, the economy is in the toilet, and I sell furniture for a living and you've got what most shrinks would describe as the perfect storm for a mental breakdown.
Or I'm about to embark on a life of crime that would make John Dellinger look like a cream puff.
As a result of all this, I scrounged the interwebs tonight looking for an image that would take it all away and leave me feeling like it was 2004 all over again.
It didn't take me long to find it.Long live the Dirt Dog.
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When you're sitting there listening to the preacher and carrying her...just think back to being a little boy...and remember all the good things
I'll do that, Tex. Not going to be a fun day for sure.
And Rakes is becoming so obsessed with "Star Wars" I'm just waiting for the day he asks me to take him to a convention and I subsequently pass out.//
Now I have someone to go with!
Heck yes.
God help me. Rich and Rakes at a Star Wars convention. You can be Yoda and he can be Darth Vader.
God help me. Rich and Rakes at a Star Wars convention. You can be Yoda and he can be Darth Vader.//
More like Im the Emperor and he's a young Vader.
We won't even need a stinkin' Death Star. We'll sick trot the poop monster on those who wish to do good.
They'll bow before us and beg for pampers.
Even worse. Remind me in May to invite you to visit on the first of never.
They are already bad enough as it is; your influence will seal the deal for reform school.
They are already bad enough as it is; your influence will seal the deal for reform school.//
For me or them?
Both.
And today went as well as you could expect. Appreciate the good thoughts, man.
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