My Son is Making My Head Explode
Saturday Morning and Jack just got dropped off at drum lessons. It is his birthday in three weeks and once again, as happens every year, he has found a reason to sulkily announce he doesn't want a party. There are several weird, psychologically twisted reasons for this that can be directly traced to his moron alcoholic father. This year though it is especially hideous because Jack has perfected his father's speech patterns and hand and facial gestures. It is like living with a little passive aggressive replica of my ex-husband. I know I have to be a grown-up and not visit the sins of the father on the child, but Jesus it is hard. Am calling Dr. today for Valium refill and to discuss new anti-depressants as Lexapro no longer seems to be working it's magic. On a happier note, I got a free coffee at McDonald's this morning and yesterday at the gas pump I filled up the car for just twenty bucks! Reasons to be cheerful...one, two three.
Complaints
by Sparks
Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, it's my department
Complaints, it's my department
Everything you wear's too tight and clashes with the
candlelight
Just give it back, no questions asked
Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, stereophonic
Complaints, it's ironic
How they chatter, how they bore us like some avant- gardish
chorus
Just give it back, no questions asked
I'll dive off the mezzanine if one more points at crooked
seams
A sign of shoddy workmanship, of Asiatic hands that slipped
Just give it back, no questions asked
Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, there's to many hours
Complaints, the bosses cower
Two weeks free from all complaining, it was due to our
complaining
Take her to Spain, hear her complain
Now she says she is expecting
That's my fault for not protecting
Her from all the risks of passion
She's complaining, she's old-fashioned
Just give it back, no questions asked
Complaints, it's my department
Complaints, it's my department
Saturday Morning and Jack just got dropped off at drum lessons. It is his birthday in three weeks and once again, as happens every year, he has found a reason to sulkily announce he doesn't want a party. There are several weird, psychologically twisted reasons for this that can be directly traced to his moron alcoholic father. This year though it is especially hideous because Jack has perfected his father's speech patterns and hand and facial gestures. It is like living with a little passive aggressive replica of my ex-husband. I know I have to be a grown-up and not visit the sins of the father on the child, but Jesus it is hard. Am calling Dr. today for Valium refill and to discuss new anti-depressants as Lexapro no longer seems to be working it's magic. On a happier note, I got a free coffee at McDonald's this morning and yesterday at the gas pump I filled up the car for just twenty bucks! Reasons to be cheerful...one, two three.
Complaints
by Sparks
Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, it's my department
Complaints, it's my department
Everything you wear's too tight and clashes with the
candlelight
Just give it back, no questions asked
Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, stereophonic
Complaints, it's ironic
How they chatter, how they bore us like some avant- gardish
chorus
Just give it back, no questions asked
I'll dive off the mezzanine if one more points at crooked
seams
A sign of shoddy workmanship, of Asiatic hands that slipped
Just give it back, no questions asked
Nothing in the world is perfect
Grin and bear it silently or yell into my ear
Complaints, there's to many hours
Complaints, the bosses cower
Two weeks free from all complaining, it was due to our
complaining
Take her to Spain, hear her complain
Now she says she is expecting
That's my fault for not protecting
Her from all the risks of passion
She's complaining, she's old-fashioned
Just give it back, no questions asked
Complaints, it's my department
Complaints, it's my department
posted by MJ at 10:12 AM
3 Comments:
omag8d omag8d omag8d! gas is like 238.00 a gallon. i nearly had to change my depends when i last gassed my truck.
2.35 when I gassed up Friday after work. Seems like a miracle, how can it go up and down so steeply? Can't be legal!
sometimes my head makes the sun explode.
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