I am admittedly engaging in some self-indulgent dwelling today. It occurs to me that I'm responding to having the appointment set. Hey, that a good thing about having kids, is you can recognize acting out.
Now I'm considering having porcupine quills grafted into my skin. Yeah, come try to give me a hug now, woman...
This is the message that I'm not going to send:
Originally Posted By: Imagined Geronimo
You kind of annoyed me this morning when you said I'm not all bad. You don't get to say that anymore. I know I'm not all bad. In fact, I'm awesome. I'm an awesome man, an awesome father, and an awesome partner, and you know what - all that is going to go to someone else now. So go ahead and reminisce, because that's all you have now, as per your choice.
