I don't know, from one post to the next, what I'm going to write about. As a matter of fact, I have no idea what I'm going to write about in this......... Okay, I got something....... No, its gone. Wait. I see it now. Forget it, that's crap. I must pee but if I call for Amy on the baby monitor and she escorts me to our room and I do my business and we come back and she takes my hand off the controller and I try to resume this post, the eye will be gone and you know how poorly I post without an eye.
So, after writing all that, letter by letter, I REALLY have to pee. I mean REALLY! My eyes are floating now. I'd be worried it might cause me to shoot blanks, but the truth is I've been air firing since my vasectomy back in 1984. Nevertheless, my time is limited, even if I sport a somewhat shy bladder. Here goes.
What is going on with me? I jump from sadness to happiness to depression to elation to boredom, making pit stops along the way at every station of emotion in existence. Today I need to pee, so I've kept it light and silly so as not to further burden myself with any more weight, emotional or, God forgive, physical, upon my lower abdomen, causing an accident of perceived infirmity that might lead to an unwarranted family discussion involving the potential need for purchase of Depends or, oh my Lord, no!, a box of catheters! I know too much about catheters, especially those dreaded Texas catheters. I go pee now.
So, after writing all that, letter by letter, I REALLY have to pee. I mean REALLY! My eyes are floating now. I'd be worried it might cause me to shoot blanks, but the truth is I've been air firing since my vasectomy back in 1984. Nevertheless, my time is limited, even if I sport a somewhat shy bladder. Here goes.
What is going on with me? I jump from sadness to happiness to depression to elation to boredom, making pit stops along the way at every station of emotion in existence. Today I need to pee, so I've kept it light and silly so as not to further burden myself with any more weight, emotional or, God forgive, physical, upon my lower abdomen, causing an accident of perceived infirmity that might lead to an unwarranted family discussion involving the potential need for purchase of Depends or, oh my Lord, no!, a box of catheters! I know too much about catheters, especially those dreaded Texas catheters. I go pee now.
Really? I mean REally? If you have nothing more important to blather on about than your bodily functions in a little boy manner I am going to strap a leaf blower to your chair and send you outside to do something worth discussing. HUH!!
ReplyDeleteHow about writing a story to publish? How about writing a story for your grandkids? How about typing the alphabet?! That would be better than listening to you Potty Eyeing! Boys!!! tsk.