Him: Are You Going To Help Me?

Me: Sure. What do you want me to do?

Him: Nothing.

Me: But you want me to help you?

Him: Yes.

Me: Soooo, you want me to help you, but you don’t want me to do anything?

Him: Yes.

What The Fuck?

I Love To Sing While I’m

driving. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that. Once or twice.

I am bad. I feel sorry for anyone who rides with me, but I just cannot help singing.

I think back to when I was in 6th grade.

The new music teacher put me in music enrichment. You know, the group of kids that had some talent and got to do extra shit.

I wonder what the fuck he was thinking.

unWordless Wednesday

How my boys have decided to decorate the light switch in their closet.

Please don’t ask.

I have no answers.