"Goin' down the only road I've ever known...." or something like that.
Nothing major here, just got home from work a little while ago, and I'm the only one awake in the house. And it was only like 8:45pm. All 3 boys asleep. 2 in beds, the big one on the couch. Lovely. I don't know how they slept through the tornado that appearantly went through my living room, but they did. Amazing. And guess what? I'm waiting for F.I.M.A. assistance before I clean it tonight. So you know that ain't happenin anytime soon.
So I'm sitting here, on "myspace" letting the 3rd mystery child kick the crap out of me. yay. Only 2 more months at most of pregnancy left. Will I miss it? Yeah, I will. I always do. Do I still loathe the first, ohhhh... 6 months of it, yes I do.
Wow, he woke up. Wait for it.... wait for it.... shhh... the bitching is about to start. After all he is a man, and he did just wake up from a pre-bedtime nap. He still has to let the dogs out and put away my car. Oh, by the way, anyone got an extra programmable garage door remote? I'd like to receive one before my pregnancy hormones get to the impatience level that could cause me to drive through the M*ther F*cker. So much for "in-car-programmable-above-your-head-on-the-console remotes. They don't work. Just so you know. At least mine doesn't, and I hate getting out of the car into the cold to use my damn key to unlock the garage, to push the button, to lock the side door back up, to get back into my car, to start it, to put it away. So, I'm protesting. The car can sit out, and he can put it away until I get a new remote. ONE THAT WORKS. So if you see a dent in my garage door.... or NO garage door. You now know why.
I'm gonna keep this really short, and pointless.
The end.
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