You know, at what point does my dog go "I've smelled this same exact pole 7,373,003 times. I don't need to sniff it anymore."
Never. The answer is never.
Nothing pisses me off more than seeing a man blissfully running at night. So ignorantly unaware of how safe it is for y'all to do that when it's dark out or in general really.
Watched a few episodes of Dahmer last night. Added new worries to my ever growing list on raising my son.
1) Raise him to not become a cannibalistic serial killer
2) Raise him to not get eaten/murdered by a cannibalistic serial killer.
Just told my son he couldn't have graham crackers for breakfast when he saw the box. I said this as I was stuffing a brownie in my my mouth. Good thing he's still just a dumb baby.
Since having a son I've been trying real hard to not swear and replacing all swear words with "cheese and crackers." But lately I just find myself saying "cheese and fucking crackers" instead. As you can tell I'm doing real good so far. ๐
Two things get me excited before work in the morning;
1.) Coffee
2.) Putting my calf compression stockings on perfectly so my legs feel amazing
#tellmeyouragewithouttellingmeyourage