boy #2 had two wisdom teeth pulled out today. now he's in pain. the end.
hahahaha! well, actually, i guess it's really not that funny, because the boy did have those teeth pulled and he is in pain. i was just tryin' to let you know in my own silly way that this was gonna be a really quick post. but, ya know what? since the boy is currently fast asleep, and, therefore, not demanding inordinate amounts of mommy's time, i guess i can spend a couple of minutes chattin' about other stuff. (once he wakes up itll be a whole different story, because he's ever-so-childlike in his need for attention, especially when pain is involved.)
to tell the truth, lately, boy #2's been working overtime gettin' attention outta mommy--she was up late several nights last week talking to him, following a nasty break-up with the girlfriend formerly-known-as-betty (henceforth known as that-whoring-bitch).
then, three nights ago, he got into a heated argument with another former-friend, who wound up punching the boy on the side of his beautiful face! knocking him down/out! giving him a mild concussion! can we talk about pain? can we talk about drama? of course, i'm not talking about the boy, because he actually tried to hide the whole sordid affair from mommy & daddy for a day, but once they found out, you should have seen mommy! she is not a happy camper, and i fear for the emotional safety of this sh*ttyf*cksh*t guy if she ever gets within dirty-looks-clipped-verbiage-distance of him. she's been known to track folks down for much less (remind me to tell you about the snow-ball/high school kid/lexus affair sometime), so i'm thinkin' this f*ckface guy better hope to all that's holly hunter mommy doesn't get a hankerin' for a triple-grande-soy-no-whip-mocha anytime soon, for, as it happens, this asshole sh*tf*cker guy works at, you guessed it, our local starbucks! in fact, he is
none other than the same f*ckingmotherlesswhorechild guy who screwed up mommy's starbucks experience a few weeks ago. needless to say, he's already on her shit list... so it's a safe bet he'll not be getting off anytime soon (in all honestly, if mommy--a non-violent kind of a gal--had her way, this asshole f*cker guy wouldn't be gettin' anything off anytime soon...if ya catch my drift, and i think you do.)
ah, but it's monday, and i really shouldn't be tellin' stories about that boy and his stupid-former-friends, should i? no... i should be talking about mommy and daddy's pathetic weekend tv-viewing line-up...altho' there's not a whole hell of a lot to tell, come to think of it. in fact, daddy did a nice job summing up last night's episode of the sopranos, so why should i waste my/your time doing it here? as for that sluttywhore meredith on grey's anatomy?
well, at least last night, even meredith acknowledged she's a whore... in fact she took up knitting to keep herself from drinking too much/sleeping with the first penis guy to drop one of her favorite lines in her lap (you know what i'm talking about, lines like: new here? or my place or yours? or wanna see my trampoline?) since she wasn't so busy f*cking sleeping with every tom, dick or dick (she likes dicks), she had time to discover she has not one, but two step-sisters she never knew she had!!! ooh. fascinating. in other news, man-boy-george finally succumbed to the ample charms of ortho-doc (that's what the writer of this episode calls her...), and, at the verylastsecond, meredith, knitting needles in hand, met a hunky new character who may--or may not--be named dick. ha! just kidding! (still, bet she sleeps with him by next week.)
whoa... look at all these worms! i really didn't think i'd have time to write so many... did you? those pain killers the boy took must be working pretty well, 'cuz he's been sleeping all afternoon! it's just as well, i guess, since there's nothin' else to do...
as lovely as the weather was over the weekend, it's been kind of cold/drizzly out today, not very spring-like, now, is it? in fact, if today wasn't the first day of regular baseball season, it honestly wouldn't seem like spring at all! (would it, daddy?)
go dodgers!!
"That's the true harbinger of spring, not crocuses or swallows returning to Capistrano, but the sound of a bat on a ball." ~ Bill Veeck, 1976