The Seahawks dissapointed me today. Not a big deal cuz I am not a big football follower, but come August September I do start to miss the over the top, uber-commercialized business called the NFL that traipses about the country masquerading as a sports league, branding everything that it lays eyes on. From ball caps to bongs, you can buy just about anything you want with an NFL logo on it. Big business, big biz. Also another side effect of Seahawk sunday is the tummy ache one gets from a day long coffee, beer, and junk food diet. This particular Sunday afternoon found me on the shoulder of hiway 16 barfing on a cigarette butt. Hope I don't have the flu.
No. 1 son decided to throw an exorcist style fit at the Habecks house today. It got to where I had to physically restrain him while Nic fetched a priest and some holy water. I felt bad having to yell at the little blighter like I did, but nonetheless, this brings me to parenting tip no. 2: Don't let your toddler stay up till midnight! I claim all responsibility for this blunder. I thought it would be fun for him and his chum Gabe to just pass out when it was convenient. Now I know, alright! geez. My wonderful little son Hudson NEEDS his beauty sleep.
And lastly, I think there is an angry, drunken ghost stumbling around my house slamming doors with no regard for the living, who are sleeping. That or I need to close some windows.
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