Well, last night Whatis paid the ultimate penalty of fatherhood. My D's both love wrestling (I do not, just to be clear!) and I bought tickets so they could see it live. OMG, this display of idiocy went on for almost five hours! After 2.5 hours I thought it was over and they announced "in 90 seconds we're going live!" I almost pissed my pants! Apparently the "live" portion went another two hours. When security came to take away a drunk lady I wanted to scream "take me instead, she belongs here, I don't" I would have freed Barabbus to get the Hell out of there (sorry Jesus, a man's gotta do what he's gotta do). One Dad turned to me and said "this is like a nightmare that never ends" Yup. Well, the girls loved it (I have no idea why!). So, today I'm going into a wrestling rehab clinic to cleanse my body of all that toxicity. Wish me well. Later Dbers.
