Despite the fact that Chuck is shaving his head right now and clogging up my sink, I'm in a great mood. I had yesterday off, and I have today off.
The sun does shine in Mulletville occasionally.
I can't believe there's only one Golden Girl left.
Yesterday at the beach, my friend and I were talking about sex. Actually, I was telling her about an article I read that said that if you're pregnant you should advise your partner not to blow air into your woman cave because it could create an air bubble that kills your unborn baby.
I'm going to file that under "Things I'd rather not know." Not that bubble blowing is part of my bedroom repertoire...
Wait, I don't have a repertoire.
Did you see this? Normally I'd say something funny about Chuck's problem not seeming so bad after all, but there's nothing funny about a toddler smoking.
I learned how to make egg salad this weekend. Had I known how easy it was to boil eggs, I wouldn't have let twenty years go by before I attempted it. Little victories, my friends. Little victories.
No matter how many times I read this book:
I cannot help but shake my head at Mr. Mallard's balls:
Your wife just popped out eight ducklings, dude. Stick around.
In other duckling news, my mom told my grandma, who told my aunt, who told my cousin, who told the mailman, who told my niece, who told the The Butcher, The Baker and The Candlestick Maker, so I should probably tell you: I have a bun. In my Easy Bake Oven.
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