Baby is sleeping, so I think I'll use this time to amuse myself rather than the lot of you. With what, you ask? I don't know. With asking myself why my husband keeps turning the heat down, forcing me to sneakily turn it back up? (I had put our radiator on "2" in our bedroom the other night, and he complained that the heat had woken him up. I told him I'd be a happy fucking camper if the only thing that woke me up in the middle of the night was a balmy 70-degree room temperature.) I keep meaning to take a trip down the basement to see if the original doors for our apartment are still there. That would be fun. Or ... ah, hell, I don't know. I used to drink for fun, and now that's out of the question. Maybe I'll go out back and shoot up some precious antique cans.
Or maybe I'll go pick a fight with someone. Yeah, that's it.
And, for you, a daily dose of baby. This time with dog treats:
Nah. I can't leave you with that. One of these days, there will be people from the State knocking on our door. And I don't mean the hilarious MTV show from the 1990s. How about this:
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*sigh* I loved The State, it's thrilling to read your mention of it... one of my favourite skits is the one where Michael Ian Black has to talk to the mailman about delivering the mail again instead of tacos. Or the commercial for Little Brown Dog Food. That one kills me. Speaking of killing, I've been picking fights, too. (the heating is a constant battle in this house as well!) Maybe there's something in the air!
Z Filets? As in Zebra?
According to the Mexican Council of Food, 9 out of 10 kids don't get enough zebra in their diet.
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