oh, sorry, this is abuse Ever feel the need to ramble on endlessly? Or do you feel the need to ramble on for a much-too-brief period of time, like the President? Blah blah assure freedom blah blah historical righteousnes blah blah I'm gettin' the dang hell outta here 'fore the press starts askin' those silly questions. Dude. Why doesn't God smite this damn asshole and his pale, watery-eyed, evil cabinet? This is why I don't believe in God. But, I guess if there were a God, he would want us to work things out for ourselves. Like when you have a fish tank, and you're stupid and put two fish in there together that aren't compatible, and the big one picks, picks, picks on the little one- you may try to break it up at first, but to no avail, so you just have to leave the little bugger to float or swim, as the case may be. Maybe it's a case of too much original sin in the biological recipe. Maybe I read the damn bible too much, and my husband's fears about me are true- I'm a closet religious nutcase. But Jesus still hasn't cured my butt. And I haven't even asked Muhammad or Krishna or anyone else. I don't know their numbers- they're not listed in the all-American phonebook. Gosh- the baby is actually sleeping. In her own bed. My baby is so cute. She loves to talk. She cries a lot, too. Sometimes, when I am too lazy to do anything more entertaining, I will pat her mouth when she is crying so that she does the Native American war yodel. (That is insulting even when you use the politically correct name). Anyway, she loves this, and will stop crying and just make an "aaaaaah" sound, until I stop to wipe the slime off my hand, at which point she starts to cry again. I try to be entertaining, but usually fall short of the mark by many yards. |