Netflix bingeing today except when I get sleepy then I’m sleeping and if anybody has anything to say (read: judgmental 15 year old daughter/rabid occasional football fan who chose to spend today with her asshat father who hated football the whole time we were married but hosts an annual super bowl party with the new wife who can’t miss a sporting event on earth ever now) they can go piss up a tree and I would tell them that except I’m drifting off as I phone type this.

There is no football allowed in my home as I was forced, being from the Midwest, to watch it pretty much non-stop until I left for college.

Well, that or heavyweight boxing. Or John Wayne. Dad was a man’s man and by God, I was gonna be one too if he had anything to say about it. ☺

#notprobraininjury

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.