But somehow, in the grand scheme of things, this is the lesser of two disgustings.
Here’s where my iPod has decided I am today…
It’s like seeing those people who get full face transplants or youtube videos of gorillas who smoke cigarettes.
As per tradition, Andy is sleeping in, and the kids and I are having pre-breakfast cake until he wakes up.
A cold and rainy day in June.
Andy is the woman in this reenactment.
How did I marry someone who wears socks to bed? He also never wears sandals. All the signs were there, I brought this on myself.
Actually, this is starting to just go way off track, and frankly, it’s making me uncomfortable.
Basically like someone put a webcam in my kitchen.
Every day of my life…