Blah, I’d love to rant about something. At the moment Maggie is attempting to hide in the pantry to avoid a time out… she’s probably eaten an entire bag of gummy bears by now and with that kind of sugar rush, she’ll be up until 2 or 3 AM.
I’m not the one who decided she needed a time out, so I’m not going to assist in getting her out of the pantry.
Nope. Sometimes, a dad has just got to be a dad.
I think I might start having more private posts because sometimes I have really funny stories that I just can’t put “out here” because it would definitely piss people off. And, while I don’t mind pissing people off, if they are people that are going to show up at my house at some point, I’d prefer not pissing them off (and no, I’m not talking about you. Really, I’m not.)
Minus the one Bloody Mary tonight, I’m back on my diet wagon after a weekend of merciless diet debauchery. Time to switch to diet friendly martinis. Hee hee.
Spicy happiness, thy name is Bloody Mary. Oh, how I love them with a fat dash of Tabasco and a dash of Worcestershire sauce. *insert sighs mixed with celery crunches*