Thank you God for the nice face but the fat ass has to go.

This post has nothing to do with the size of my ass, but I needed to deflect some attention away from the fact that I am 1 post behind the every other day thing.

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So, my father spent 4 glorious days with us. We actually had a really good time together. He and Mr. Little Man adore each other. Of course, it helps that my father takes him to a different toy store everyday. The "rule" according to my father is that whatever Mr. Little Man picks out he has to buy for him. Let's just refer to my father as Superwallet from now on, 'kay?

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Our search for a new daycare is not doing as well as I'd hoped. I have had a headache for a week now and I am pretty sure the only thing that will make it go away is a drink, a massage or a man. Or perhaps a drunken massage by a man.

What I am reading: My Little Man keeps bringing me the Toys 'R' Us catalog. He already ows everything in it so I am not sure why.
What I am listening to: the Academy Is... - Slow Down