Friday, May 26, 2006

You and your small, small life

Okay, here's the thing: If'n you wanna start some crap with me, fine. I can take it. Seriously. I'm tough, and I don't take stuff personally, and honestly--while I love the kids and all, it's just a flippin' job. I let it all melt away in my carpool, so while you're stewing and steaming and your head is spinning around, we're talking about grilling, and squash and peas. So seriously, I could care less about you being short, and miserable, and your father treating you like a rat when you were little, which is why you don't speed now (whatever--your logic is skewed, and kids aren't rats or dogs, but you haven't figured that out yet, which may be why they don't respect you, but that's a whole other rant, I'm afraid) but my point is--IF you absolutely insist on picking a fight with me, the week when I decide to cut out BEER and CHEESE and SMOKING just might not be the best one, dork.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Okay...I'm getting there. The garden is semi-planted, and there's only 18 days left of school. Turns out, you don't get much stuff done, when you're drinking mojitos (what I now fondly call HO-jitos. Oh yeah...)