*You think after Fart-Fest 2012 I'd stop eating dairy all together. But I can't. I try to limit it but every 'Taco Tuesday' rolls around and I am back at square one. I already gave up the glut, I can't give up the lact too.
You'd think it be hard to give up gluten and flour and all the good things that come with it. But it isn't. I am more horrified to give up ice cream than I am a cookie. I can deal with the chalky taste of a wheat-free cookie. I can't deal with the after-taste of any soy ice cream. What does this say about me?
*I helped my son build a Lego light house. Correnction: My son helped me build a Lego light house. Because we'd start it together and suddenly I looked over he was gone and I was still working on it. Or he was at his friend's house and I was like "Oh I'll just do the next step for him." And five steps later I am still working, yelling "Come on you little fuckers connect."
* You know you can't beat a kick ass Edgar Allan Poe poem set to music, with BANJO...
I am sure some people will consider this sacrilege. I consider it AWESOME.