As I got Rakes ready for bed about 2 hours ago, the following conversation took place.Rakes: "Dad, Trot's willy is a LOT smaller than mine."
Me: "He's only 2, son."
Rakes: "I can take mine and stretch it out, Dad. See?"
Me: "Don't do that, son. You'll hurt yourself."
Rakes: "No I won't, Dad. My willy is like playdough."
I need 8 hours sleep, a stiff drink, and a frontal lobotomy and it doesn't have to be in that order. Thank God I've got 2 days off, I can sleep in come the morning, and the Red Sox have a Spring Training game at 1 tomorrow.
I'm ignoring the fact Pedie left the WBC with a strained oblique and I've decided I'll deal with that in the morning.
Serenity now.
Insanity later.
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I'm going to wait for the blog post when Rakes is 13 and Trot notices the difference.
I am starting to feel somewhat lifeform this evening. I just need a shot of being 25 again
Someday he'll learn that it being like playdough is a bad thing and they have little blue pills to compensate for that.
That kid is going to blind in no time flat.
My word verification is flaci... coincidence? I thinks not Mr. Badger.
Tex, glad to hear you are feeling better. About that 25 thing, I don't think I can help you....
Rich, you owe me a can of Mt Dew for the one I just spit over the keyboard. You are KILLING me.
Oh lord...you are a man of the Dew as well?
...too bad youre a copenhagen guy, we could have shared so much.
Yep. You must be manning the garage today; somehow I keep imagining the 2 little kids in "Father of the Bride" parking all the cars willy nilly in the middle of the street.
Working is a drast exaggeration of the way my saturday unfolds.
I ate a bacon egg and cheese, woke up because I drooled on my hand, had a cud of coffee, woke myself up because I was snoring, farted, laughed at said fart, realized how pathetic it was that Im alone in an office laughing at my own farts, fell back asleep, checked pedies status and read about brodeur which leaves me somewhere between insanity and the end of the internet.
*sunday happens in much the same way.
Good to know your being productive.
I feel like a state employee.
Ted, remind me not to park in Rich's garage while I'm in Boston.
Will do, John.
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