Confession from fellow Boozehounds
I was heading home from a 4 hour trip out of town with my 7 yr old, 7
month old, dog and cat... I had already suffered a flat tire which
resulted in me having to unload EVERYTHING to get to the tire (100
degree weather) and it took a solid hour to get back on the road. My 7
year old decided between towns to inform me he was STARVING and I
promised him at the next town I would get him McDonalds (a real treat
for him). As we came into the town I thought had one, it turned out it
didn't. My son went on and on about me promising it and saying "you
said" like 15 times. I tried and tried to lovingly explain I was wrong
then I snapped... I turned to my poor son and said, "Well, here's a
news flashing for you... I don't f$&@ing know everything." I
felt better. He sat stunned :)
ILBAB says: He was probably more stunned at the fact that you don't know everything if you were able to survive the rugged conditions of fours hours in a car with two kids and two animals. Fuck McDonalds. That shit is intense.
When I was five, I poked my babysitter in the boobs with my index finger and said "Ding Dong! Avon calling..."
ILBAB says: Ding Dong! Child protective services calling. Ha!
The Confessional is now open. Have something you need to repent for? Feel free to send me your sin and I will help your purge your demons.
that first one had me dying. really. i'm writing this comment from the fiery pits of hell. love this column!!
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