I was going to write something amazing tonight. Something funny and profound and deeply intelligent - nothing like what you're used to reading on this blog. I had high hopes, I had motivation, I had good intentions. I had it all.
Right up until I decided to lay down on the sofa with Surfer Dude for "just a few minutes" after work. Three hours later, I've woken up to a house full of teenage boys that weren't here earlier and a shocking lack of any motivation whatsoever. Plus a really snuggly eleven year old who is snoring softly at my side, looking like he needs another hug or two.
Hmm. Snuggly eleven year old or overheating laptop?
It's not even close, is it?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
not far off...except for the tighty whiteys
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM
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Nope, it isn't close at all. Enjoy your night.
Sounds like you made the right choice.
To answer your question, I just wrote a new post.
You're lucky to have an 11 year old son to sleep next to on the sofa. How cozy!
Snuggly eleven year olds are bound to win!
Ah I miss those moments, treasure them because before you know it they are "too old" (or too cool?) for snuggles :)
You definitely made the right choice; but you knew that, right?
hey, the kid's asleep. he'll never know if you sneak away from 20 minute and write us a blog post!
No, not close at all. Hope by the time you woke up this morning all but the two teenage boys who belong to you had gone on home.
Award for you over at my place.
Well, he only gets the one go at childhood - so no contest - child first every time.
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