Saturday, September 1, 2012

Not A Good Thing

     Uh oh, I pooped.  Dad woke before five this morning (I know- crazy fool, it's Saturday!), checked on the little guy, and headed straight for the coffee maker.  He walked into the living room and found a log and a half on a pair of his work pants that mom had been mending and left on the floor. 
    Making a statement?  An unfortunate accident?  Simply showing my age?  What the hell did I do?!

2 comments:

cattywumpus said...

That's a definite statement!

William said...

*I* know you were saying, "Hey. Dad. I really don't like sharing my place with that kid."