Thursday, June 24, 2010

The Who Never Had to Deal with The What.

As I sit here, watching the youngun play Xbox and particularly The Who, I so question everything that life has offered thus far. He makes me happy, and that's all that matters. Right? Right? I mean, he takes life seriously. One shouldn't ever take life seriously past the age of 25. So he makes me doubly happy by asserting his will on the world. I buy stuff based on what he will like. Hopefully this will make the grade.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Bruises Are The New Rehab.

So there I was...carrying an armload of laundry and heading down what are admittedly some fairly steep, fairly dark stairs. There is a lightbulb for the stairs area, except that it has burned out and I am too short to reach it. Nevertheless, I persevere. Go me. Except for the part where I think I have reached the bottom of the stairs and haven't, so that the next step sends you flinging into space until you reach the bottom...which is full of things like milk cartons, wire baskets, a stage spotlight, an old telephone, etc. Yeah. Which means that right now it looks like I have been beaten with a tire iron. I would publish said bruises, but many of them are not for public consumption. My mother has taken to calling me her "Little Munchausen Kid." She finds it funny.

Wait until she has to look at all of the bruises in person. ALLLLLLLL of them.