The kids have a large deck out back...about 12 feet above their forested back yard. I am about ready to jump..head first. I think I overheard my son say the same thing earlier.
I don't know why 50-something year-old women are choosing to have babies. Adrienne Barbeau is the only one I've heard be honest about how hard it is. She had twins at age 51. Remember her? She was "Maude's feminist daughter"...and was married to John Carpenter...she was on Carnivale on HBO..the one with the huge boobs. Sidenote: now she's 60, and still looks great! I could look like that if I were her. Maybe she stays in shape chasing twins around.
I am whipped, pooped, scrambled, fried, and I feel like crying myself. At 54, I am perfectly happy to sit and watch a boring sitcom at night. Perfectly. I yearn for the sound of silence.
I think my "almost 2 year-old" granddaughter was on crack today...and I wish I had some pot right now...and I haven't wished that since 1978.
Good Night and Merry Frickin' Festivus already.
P.S. I am not making yorkshire pudding.
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Merry Christmas, my friend, I hope Santa brings you what you need - and I did email Dave about it.
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