Da Goddess

First, our episode was on again. There’s a reason Two & a Half Men won an award on Sunday or whenever the hell it was. Between this ep, the Ben Franklin ep, Alan’s satellite dish incident, and Squab, I’ve spent more time laughing because of this show than many others. And I end up not even caring that Charlie Sheen (who once dated a friend of mine — no, she wasn’t a paid date) is a raving lunatic.

Second, since you brought it on your website and since I responded, I have to share it here: The Little Dude has figured out how to get out of school without having much wrong with him. Two days in a row, he’s managed to get out of school early with a sore finger. Yes, a sore finger. I told him to stop flipping everyone off and it wouldn’t hurt so much, but that advice fell on deaf ears.

That’s not really why his finger’s sore, but he thought it was hysterical when I typed it in a comment on the Vod’s site. I’m so glad this kid has a great sense of humor. Makes living with him so much easier. Especially when he’s gassy or mega hyper.

We went out for a walk this evening. Once the sun goes down, it gets right chilly. So we bundled up (him more than me because I know I’ll get hot in a couple minutes) and headed out. Ran into the neighbor who gave the kid a ride to school. He was coming to make sure I knew he couldn’t do the ride thing in the morning, which I was. Mentally, I was cursing Cox Cable for making the neighbor start Thursdays early because I’d now have to attempt driving again. Sigh. It’s gonna hurt. I don’t like when it hurts. Anyhow, the walk was good. Funny, too. LD starts off with the Ramones, which we both sing. Then he ends up going to the Marine Corps Hymn and a variety of other tunes. Thankfully, I knew all the tunes he picked.

Finally, he gets out of the shower and goes to grab something. Turns out it some gum. What? What the hell? It’s 8pm and he’s reaching for gum? I think not! I make him hand it over to me. Then he says something about us splitting it. I take a bite out of this hunk of gum and ask if he got it from the petrified gum forest because it’s rock hard. “That type of gum is always like that,” he says. “Bullshit,” I say. Double sigh.

I’ve retaped the splint on his finger (ring finger, right hand). I’ve bribed him with junk food (Cheetos) to stay off the computer so I can get some photo editing done (he just read this and caught on, protesting vehemently, to which I replied, “bullshit”), and will soon, all too soon, have to say goodnight to him.

At least I’ll have Top Chef to keep me company.

Okay, enough of that. Gotta get to work. I have much to do.