Thursday, October 4, 2012
Shaken. Not stirred. Or just straight out of the bottle. I don't care anymore.
Kids are like MacGyver about being annoying. Give them something, anything and they'll turn it into the most annoying thing. Ever. An eraser, a glass of water, or a book. Doesn't matter. They look at it, pick it up and BAM! It's the most annoying thing you've ever seen in all your years on this godforsaken planet. Sometimes I'm annoyed to tears. It's like if you're being held captive and your interrogator just has bad breath but other than that, he's not really that bad. To the outsider, it seems like something one could handle without cracking. But after four years of their bad breath in your face, constantly, day in and day out, you finally snap and you can't handle it anymore. And if my kids are bad breath, then martinis are my breath mints. Cheers!