Well today has completely, totally, and officially SUCKED.
My bike is somewhere in Puyallup, thankfully I have friends who have my back.
But I was looking at a nice Panhead, modern motor, for my potential cross country trip. I'd have better cash flow after she leaves... but it sold
On the way back home I was walking carrying my daughter, and tripped over a sidewalk where the paving stones are bunched up, AND DROPPED HER. I caught her as best as I could so her head didn't smash into the concrete, but I landed on her hand. Both of us have scraped up hands. Poor kid. On the way back on the bus this giant homeless alcoholic kept trying to get her to smile at him which was freaking her out. And we were coming back from the museum, where some other kid slapped her full across the face. Fuckin white trash. But naturally, they'd paid a shitload of money to have a birthday party, we just subscribe to the place year in year out, so we were TOLD to leave. Not that anyone told us coming in it wasn't open yet. If I'd said jack shit to the stupid cunt whose son fucking walloped my daughter, I'd understand. But me booting the fuck out of a three year old won't fix things either.
And naturally, as is the way of everything, I told the soon to be ex, she called up to complain, they fed her a load of bullshit, and she's taking their side. So naturally I told HER if she wanted the kids to go there SHE could take them, at which point I was a BAD PARENT for not putting up with their collective shit.
Fuck today.
Oh yeah, a better look at the ugly facial hair noone likes.
My bike is somewhere in Puyallup, thankfully I have friends who have my back.
But I was looking at a nice Panhead, modern motor, for my potential cross country trip. I'd have better cash flow after she leaves... but it sold
On the way back home I was walking carrying my daughter, and tripped over a sidewalk where the paving stones are bunched up, AND DROPPED HER. I caught her as best as I could so her head didn't smash into the concrete, but I landed on her hand. Both of us have scraped up hands. Poor kid. On the way back on the bus this giant homeless alcoholic kept trying to get her to smile at him which was freaking her out. And we were coming back from the museum, where some other kid slapped her full across the face. Fuckin white trash. But naturally, they'd paid a shitload of money to have a birthday party, we just subscribe to the place year in year out, so we were TOLD to leave. Not that anyone told us coming in it wasn't open yet. If I'd said jack shit to the stupid cunt whose son fucking walloped my daughter, I'd understand. But me booting the fuck out of a three year old won't fix things either.
And naturally, as is the way of everything, I told the soon to be ex, she called up to complain, they fed her a load of bullshit, and she's taking their side. So naturally I told HER if she wanted the kids to go there SHE could take them, at which point I was a BAD PARENT for not putting up with their collective shit.
Fuck today.
Oh yeah, a better look at the ugly facial hair noone likes.