Tuesday, January 31, 2006
OK Kid, You're in Deep Shit.
In reference to my last post:
I have a question for the fathers out there. When changing a really messy diaper, it is not uncommon for my son to put a hand in the poo...so to speak. Oh, sometimes it's a foot, which, with my flexibility, is hard to fathom. The point is that it really complicates the clean up. My question is this: At what age can I assume that it is no longer an accident and that he is just fuckin' with me? Because sometimes when he does it, he's got this look in his eye like "Take that bitch!"
By the way, my Uncle Bill wrote me with some other similes for cold and while reading his note, it occurred to me that he was the one who originally mentioned to me that shit wasn't cold. I just wanted to say thanks. Of course, it makes sense that he would have noticed the mistake in the first place because he's a professional arbitrator and a rather bright man. He has an eye for detail. Thanks UB.
He's also, by far, the tannest man I have ever met. In his earlier days, he would have given George Hamilton a race for his money. I have to admit he is from Florida. I think it's a law there. You have 60 days from move-in date to bronze up or it's out. I think that's why there are very few British people in Florida. After 60 days, you go down to the DMV and they hold a color chart next to your face and if you’re not darker than Sherwin Williams Smoky Almond #4, you're gone. They deport you to Georgia...unless your IQ is less than 70 then Georgia won't take you and you have to go to Alabama. Thanks again Uncle Bill!
In reference to my last post:
I have a question for the fathers out there. When changing a really messy diaper, it is not uncommon for my son to put a hand in the poo...so to speak. Oh, sometimes it's a foot, which, with my flexibility, is hard to fathom. The point is that it really complicates the clean up. My question is this: At what age can I assume that it is no longer an accident and that he is just fuckin' with me? Because sometimes when he does it, he's got this look in his eye like "Take that bitch!"
By the way, my Uncle Bill wrote me with some other similes for cold and while reading his note, it occurred to me that he was the one who originally mentioned to me that shit wasn't cold. I just wanted to say thanks. Of course, it makes sense that he would have noticed the mistake in the first place because he's a professional arbitrator and a rather bright man. He has an eye for detail. Thanks UB.
He's also, by far, the tannest man I have ever met. In his earlier days, he would have given George Hamilton a race for his money. I have to admit he is from Florida. I think it's a law there. You have 60 days from move-in date to bronze up or it's out. I think that's why there are very few British people in Florida. After 60 days, you go down to the DMV and they hold a color chart next to your face and if you’re not darker than Sherwin Williams Smoky Almond #4, you're gone. They deport you to Georgia...unless your IQ is less than 70 then Georgia won't take you and you have to go to Alabama. Thanks again Uncle Bill!
// posted by Chris @ Tuesday, January 31, 2006
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