Poor lil guy... never saw it coming...

So have you guys seen this thing about how the first bite you take of a chocolate Easter rabbit is a clue to your deeper psyche? Like, if you bite the ear you’re aggressive, the leg you’re passive, the neck you’re a vampire. You know, true stuff. Would someone like to tell me what it means when your 3 year old eats the ass end first? Cause I want to know.

Perhaps its time for Macdaddy to stop running around the house yelling, “I can’t wait for Easter so I can put it in your keister!”

P.S. He totally didn’t.

The Great Fake Post

So, Im really flattered that people keep asking me to post... really... I am. But shut up and stop it. You're giving me a complex. I have a bajillion posts started, then for some reason or another *cough*Mason-MacDaddy*cough* get side tracked, have to stop and forget to continue. Or I am writing writing writing and decide my post isnt funny enough, is too long, sounds like a Boys II Men song or will take far too long to spell check/edit. One post I started typing with an English accent.

SO... I will post more. I promise. Honestly I like being reminded... I just dont like it when I get an email saying, "Post or I will commit suicide." I don't do sob stories. I will literally not post to see how much of a backbone you have. If you don't, then, commit suicide I will lose all respect for you. How about a nice, "Hey Sandee... I know you spend the majority of your days on the toilet, since Beaver is sitting on your bladder, but maybe you can take your laptop with you while you're peeing. Thank you!"
Something like that...
Except EW! No I will not take my laptop in the bathroom. Sicko. I know you can hack into the little built in web cam. Jeez.


A real post will follow soon... I promise. Probably. Mad respect, yo.