November 16, 2009
Jared just informed me that my blog is headed south down the pooper on the express train. It's lame, it's ignored, it's all about the children.
I don't know where he gets off saying thing kind of stuff to me. I mean, he got a D+ in physics during his sophomore year of college (while he was a physics major, mind you) and you don't see me broadcasting that kind of embarrassment up and down the internets.
Jared would like you all to know that he got an A- on his second go 'round.
I would like you all to know that he once peed on my back a little bit while we were dating.
So fine. I get it. My blog sucks. My blog mega sucks. I suck.
Tomorrow, I vow to you, my fun and frisky readers, that I will step away my Weight Watchers points, I will step away from my daytime television, and I will step away from all of my parental responsibilities to produce a blog post that will actually make you laugh. Imagine that.
Just keep in mind, if James wanders off to the photo counter at Rite Aid and Maggie's belly gets so empty that she starts drinking blue Gatorade, it's your own damn fault.
And really now, have you seen a baby who's raised on super sugary drinks? Mmm yeah--let's just say they grow up to wear a lot of beer t-shirts and blaze orange.
Thanks a lot.
See you tomorrow.