Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Well, Butter My Butt and Call Me a Biscuit

I actually managed to go an entire day without yelling, screaming or throwing any and all handy objects at my son.

I am so proud.

It was touch and go for a minute when he inquired as to when I planned to go grocery shopping whilst complaining of the lack of his preferred nourishment in the cupboards.

I did manage to force a smile and congratulated him on his love of Ramen Noodles. Simply because he is going to be eating them a good long time.

SCM is dealing with the son's sabbatical from life a lot worse than I. Although both of them hang around the house all day so they are bound to get on each other nerves.

At minimum, the snoring from the many naps required to survive all that late night gaming must be annoying.

In any case, I think I am just about ready for sainthood.

Unless one has to be which case...please put off submitting my name for a few years.


Special K said...

If you make it a few more years I will up your sainthood and give ya a place next to J.C. himself by his throne!!!!! :)

coffeypot said...

You are a saint. I would have broken his nose, grabbed his shirt collar and waistband and chunked his ass out in the yard. I'd tell him to come back when he has a job and is willing to pay rent and board. Then I'd fire a few 38's at his feet to get him motivated. Then, as my man Sam Kennison, would scream, "OH,OH, OOOOHHH!"