Your Sunday Groucho Marx Fix
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
It's time I posted something even if I don't have much to say except AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA because I just started a new job one day before the kids started school and the kids' mom wasn't even going to take them for the weekend as is usual during the school year because she had conveniently forgotten our prior agreement and anyway had nefarious if profitable errands to carry out with her fresh-out-of-prison divots-in-the-crooks-of-his-arms latest boyfriend and also they were going to the funeral of his uncle who no doubt overdosed on something--all this while they are living at the house of her previous boyfriend who died a few months ago of complications from an infection of the leg at the age of 35 or 36 since which time she and Jailbird have cheerfully polished off Dead Man's entire (and sizable) stock of wine. The only reason all this doesn't scare me even more than it does has to do with the slight amount of stability afforded by the fact that the mother of the aforementioned dead man has moved in with them even though the reason for her moving in is that her husband dumped her for someone much younger about a month before her son died and now she hugs me every chance she gets (not like that because she's much older than I am) and thanks me over and over for the kind words I said at her son's funeral which touches me but frightens me too because she can't fall apart now because I am counting on her to require of these raving lunatics some semblance of sanity.
(Catching breath) But I digress.
Actually, I guess it turns out I have a bit to say after all.
Reading this, you really wouldn't believe how cool, how sane, the kids are. Nonetheless I think it would be foolish of me not to scan the web as frequently as possible in search of banana-boat tickets (one adult, two children) to, say, Peru.