AllNiteThing wrote:I think we're all hot on PJ...some just try to 'out-fan' everyone else.
Newbie! Let me.. let me tell you a little story. It starts every day at 5 in the morning - which is just about the time that you’re setting your hair for work - when I am awakened by a sound:
Is that a cat being gutted by a fishing knife? Nooo! That’s my son. He’s hungry and he’s got a load in his pants so big that I’m actually considering hiring a stable boy. But, I go ahead and dig in; because I do love the lad and, well gosh, you know me, I’m a giver. And I’m off to RM, where my cup runneth over with both quality colleagues, such as yourself, and a proverbial clown-car full of whack-jobs.
And then I head back home where I’m greeted by the faint musk of baby vomit in a house that used to smell like, well…nothing! Nothing!
Nothing! I-i-in fact it used to smell like nothing at all. And all I want to do before I restart this whole glorious cycle is, you know, maybe lay on the couch and have a beer and watch some sports and, if I’m not too sweaty from the day’s labours, stick my hand right down my pants, buuut apparently that’s not in my wife's definition of "pulling your weight”.