Category — Gripes

This is a grumpy post. Why? Because I’m tired. Because even though the boy went right to bed after the unusual 3a wake up, he still woke up at 3 AM!

And is it wrong that I don’t give (in the words of my mother) a “rat’s ass” about the Olympics? And if I did care, why would I give a rat’s butt anyway? Who wants a rat butt? I just can’t muster any interest in Michael Phelps. In fact, I’d rather watch Pingu. I know, I know. It seems WRONG. How can a person go from reading a book about football hooligans in the 80s to watching a show about a stop motion animation penguin? I have no idea.

I think I may be tired.