Some of you late arrivals to the party are lucky I didn't leave it up all day (at the very least). I saw the reactions I was getting, and wussed out. Oh well, that's the end of the fun for this year.
Johnny has been vacuuming like a madman for about an hour, and had no idea he was dead. Nattie has made herself a 'stage', and is making up songs, and is forcing us all to come listen.
When the wife got home from work this morning, I told her of the depth of my perfidy, and she gasped, and said "You know if Baby Marine read that he is already in his car on the way here!" Ooops. Oh, and she thinks I'm terrible.
It just occurred to me that this blog is like Seinfield (Seinfeld?) a very entertaining show that was about nothing. I would shoot myself if I had to write about politics every day. Britney is more interesting. I've laid out my thoughts and beliefs on Life, the Universe, and Everything, and I don't like to repeat myself.
Maybe this blog is winding to a close, achieving entropy. When you start killing your kids for amusement, well, that could be a sign. I really enjoy doing this, and I'm not really bored. Yet.
I still have about a million stories in me, but I'm not sure I want to, or even should share them with the big wide world. Though it's not like I'm gonna lose my job if I do, or anything.
I'm at a crossroads right now, and the only thing you know for sure about crossroads, is that some distance down the road, you're gonna come to another one.
The world has turned into a boring, politically correct place, and the world has lost its mind.
Death holds no fear for me. I would embrace it with open arms.