Happy frickin' Monday, folks.
Not sure how your weekends are, but with two young kids at home I am ex-frickin-hausted by Sunday night, and actually excited about work on Monday.
Yeah, I know. Father of the Year.
Youngest is in the throes of potty training, and quite excited about it, so we made 783 trips to the potty this weekend, ate 286 jelly beans, and washed away 177 gallons of urine.
Took my ravenous dogs to Starbucks not once but TWICE for breakfast this weekend, and used multiple parks and fountains to fill time and keep them from killing each other, and in turn, me. Mom got to sleep an extra hour, and my life was shortened by at least that much.
Told you recently about my Twitter addiction, and yesterday decided to create a vehicle to help young Twits like myself develop more of a following. A couple of you with more followers than the Jonas Brothers laughed at me.
But I picked up 18 followers in one day. So you can pretty much chomp a steamer.
Of course, 18 a day is probably still small beans to you. If it is, well...you can still chow down.
Don't mess with me this morning. I'm covered in kiddie urine.
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