No, Heel!
Most recent obnoxious thing I have witnessed in hospital here at work... Walking down the hall was an extremely unkempt woman, holding a leash attached to her (at least) four year old son. She had stopped to wait for elevator, her (at least) four year old son decided to keep walking. Instead of asking her son to wait, she kept snapping the leash like you would on a dog. He kept pulling, she kept snapping... over and over again. Why not ask him to stop and wait, or try holding his hand. Or I guess yanking the poor child back three feet over and over again will work, eventually he'll get the picture right? I promise Finn, I will never put you on a leash. I may duct tape you into your stroller, but I will never put you on a leash.
WA State Dept of Transportation
Upon returning from our trip to London, Jere and I started looking thru our two tons of mail. I received a pamphlet from the Washington State Department of Transportation titled: HOV Infraction Notice: Your Guide to the Legal Use of High Occupancy Vehicle (HOV) Lanes. In big letters it tells me that it is not a ticket, that a concerned (a.k.a. fucking ass nosey) motorist called me in because they believed I was using the HOV lane illegally. (No you were apparently just blinded by my gorgeous child in the back seat). I have never in my life driven in the HOV lane without the correct number of people. I guess the fact that Finn's car seat takes up HALF of the back seat makes it really hard to notice him. I have read the Washington State Department of Transportation handbook; I passed the written driver's exam on my first try at 16. My child is a human being, and guess what... he counts as a passenger. Sorry miss concerned (fucking ass nosey) driver, I was totally legal. Try paying attention to your own business, perhaps the fact that you can't see, you are stupid, and way ass ugly.
London Math
Grumpy-Teething-Tired-Hungry-Almost 8 Month old
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Whining-Grumpy-Tired-Hungry-Thirty-Something-Husband
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Annoyed-Wanna-Kick-Your-Ass-Momma