Thursday, December 29, 2005

For the record...Bear doesn't care what the worse fucking time of day is for my Mother. But for some reason, unknown to either of us, she feels the need to tell him all about it while he's trying to watch a bowl game after a long day at the office.

This is after spending a good five minutes telling him all about her dog's fucking antics. The man just wants to fall asleep watching the college holiday bowl game between the Oregon Ducks and the Oklahoma Sooners. Let the man BE already.

Did I mention that she's going to be here until the fifth of January?
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1 comment:

JANE said...

ok i got it...
You can tell your mother that you are going to entertain your husband and you do not want to be disturbed.
or you can just try and knock the plastere off the wall and not worry about it. you got 5 kids.
IF neither of these works rent a room to take the edge.
I say try and knock the plaster off the wall.

ps wear your underwear if it makes you feel better.

7:52 PM

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