I'm literally staring at my koi pond... Err... I mean my goldfish pond, hoping for the best and assuming the worst that I retore my ACL. Emma is staring kindergarten in 8 days and she still doesn't wipe her own ass after #2. She's declared her hatred for me no less than 12 times in the last seven days.
Tommy often calls me 'daddy'.
Meatball problems, I know.
Jesus take the wheel. I can't even work out because my mom is here and I haven't been to the gym all week and even if I could I really need to run and I physically can't run and even then, I'm not on the damned kids klub list and I just.want.to.RUN.
Anywho, happy Sunday y'all!