Yeah I do that, I want to read everything that goes on my blog before it gets posted. Chances are that your comment will make it on here if you are inclined to comment, unless you are one of those butt munchers that post links to spam sites etc. I don't like that shit, it pisses me off, and I had a run in with one of those butt munchers so I opted to have the moderation option turned on so you can thank the little cock knock that ruined it for everyone. There will be no linking of seniors getting boned by mastiffs from my blog... it's just rude.
So anyway where to begin... what the hell was I thinking staying home for the weekends now? I have been so damn busy the past two weekends I don't know if my ass is punched or bored. It's a sad state when you want to go to work so you can rest...
Eldest son states Jan 2 that he wants to take skating lessons beginning January. WTF? do you not know what month it is? So wifey hops online to check out what's what with the local recreation centers and guess what? Not an opening to be had everything is filled up. So she says that's OK we will do family skating every weekend... oh fuck me sideways... I have been skating every weekend and my feet are freaking killing me. I usually take eldest out then get switched over to youngest about half way through which is right aobut the time youngest gives up. He'll only last about 15 minutes which is fine by me... my feet are usually killing by that time. Oh and the friggin Zamboni is a piss off too it comes out like clock work about 2 minutes after we start skating. I swear the nimrods that work there see me and giggle to themselves knowing they will piss me off with a Zamboni trip around the ice...
Coat shopping with two kids and an indecisive wife sucks major ass... it was close to 3 hours of pure hell... we went back to the start and got the coat from the first store... She tried on like 4,000 fucking coats... I know I counted them, I had nothing better to do while I was waiting. So traipsing all about town with two kids who don't do shopping and me who doesn't do shopping with kids couldn't have bee much fun for my wife. Oh well what are you going to do? She needed a coat and I need a lobotomy... at least one of us got their wish. I don't like her coat though it's not fitted enough to show her curves... sigh I guess she does not understand that I do retain information from "what not to wear", sure I may not dress like Clinton (let's be honest unless you are a flamer who would) but I do know what looks good and what doesn't. I'm actually not sure why she brought me now that I think of it, my advice apparently doesn't rate high enough for her to listen to it. Well what are you going to do... there are only so many places where you can bury the bodies before they catch you.
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