Today has just been one boring day. I don’t mean the good boring kind where you are so glad to be home and not rushing around from activity to activity; this boring is the really boring kind. That sentence is even boring. Sorry.
J had to work today which has gotten to be the norm. He and his team are working on a pretty tight deadline, and he has been putting in 6 day work weeks for the better part of a year. Nothing at all going on with him. He is boring too.
Footlong has had diarrhea today, and, sadly, that was the only thing of note today.He ran to me in a panic holding a pair of dirty underwear crying, “Mama! I couldn’t help it! Lots of tee-tee-poo-poo-water was coming out of my butt, and I couldn’t stop it!” I vacillated between laughing and cleaning him off. I love his description of diarrhea, though.
6-inch has had a boring day as well. He was on my bedroom floor playing with toys, and I went to pee. I came back 45 seconds later and found him in my closet gnawing on a high heel.
I needed to go to Costco today, but I just didn’t feel like it. I fucking hate Costco. I would rather have a flaming case of herpes than to battle the sample-hungry crowds at the Warehouse From Hell today. I think we’ll wait until the Footlong is sans tee-tee-poo-poo-water and just make it a family trip tomorrow so I can make J lift all the heavy stuff.
I was reading my beloved Buzzfeed today, and they had a group of pictures from Playgirl models in the 1970s. If this is what was considered sexy 30+ years ago then I weep for the women that slept with them.