Good Lord in Heaven, has it really been more than a week since I've written? Well, I've got a good reason: I'm witless.
I first realized this last Tuesday. I packed-up Callie and took her to my parents for a visit (about a 40 min drive). I always enjoy the drive because my work-commute is 4 Km (about 2 ½ miles, I think) with about 10 stop lights. No shit, it's ridiculous. Plus My wife's car is set-up with the child seat, and she has a CD player (my '94 Cavalier only has cassette – remember cassettes?). So my little girl and are are barreling north, enjoying sunshine and Stevie Ray Vaughn, nothing could go wrong with this plan.
When I got there though, I realized that I had nothing to offer for conversation. “So, what's new?” “Well, we had a two-poop day last week...” It was a little embarrassing, I'm glad it was family. Just to show that I'm still a shit-disturber, I left a diaper under my dad's pillow. It was un-used; I'm not a complete asshole!
Speaking of which, I found a balled-up diaper in the parking lot at work, and I thought, “Really? Did someone really leave a sewage-pack for someone else to pick up?” Ph'kn rude! But just when you think that can't be topped, others have found used condoms in our parking lot. Nothing says 'Romance' like nookie in a retail parking after hours. No wonder Darwinian Natural Selection seems far-fetched when such ignorant bastards still try to breed.