Oh my god a post!
So, I don't post very often. I'm not so great at this "prepared humor." I'm much better at spontaneous lame puns, really. Which doesn't lend itself to blogging, but whatever. All I'm saying is, the live show is much better. What? No, I don't do standup, I'm just a very witty conversationalist... Fair enough, I'll shut up now.
So this is my daughter.
She's pretty cute and stuff. Maeve'll be 2 in November. She was born 1 day before Kym's and my 1-year anniversary, despite my remonstrances that I wanted to be with my spouse at least a year before we became parents. That's right, we got pregnant about 3 months after we started dating. My boys kicked the shit out of that pill, and stole his shoes too.
She's a smart little bugger, Maeve is. She knows how to unlock doors and pick daddy's pocket. She knows that the most interesting thing in my wallet is the credit card, and to a lesser extent, the cash.
She knows how to say "no," "dude," and "what the hell," among other things. What? Oh, her aunt taught her that. One time, though, Maeve decided to mix it up a bit and went with a good old "what the fuck?" That's pure daddy, that one.
Bad dude, bad. No swearing in front of the baby, for crap's sake! You now all have my permission to pray or whatever for her salvation, living with a cussin' bastid like me. What? Kym's just as bad, only in french. Your kids say fuck too. They're just old enough to know to do it outside your hearing. Believe me, I know. I'm the one who gave them that little gem of advice. You may now hate me, if you so wish. Later!
So this is my daughter.
She's pretty cute and stuff. Maeve'll be 2 in November. She was born 1 day before Kym's and my 1-year anniversary, despite my remonstrances that I wanted to be with my spouse at least a year before we became parents. That's right, we got pregnant about 3 months after we started dating. My boys kicked the shit out of that pill, and stole his shoes too.
She's a smart little bugger, Maeve is. She knows how to unlock doors and pick daddy's pocket. She knows that the most interesting thing in my wallet is the credit card, and to a lesser extent, the cash.
She knows how to say "no," "dude," and "what the hell," among other things. What? Oh, her aunt taught her that. One time, though, Maeve decided to mix it up a bit and went with a good old "what the fuck?" That's pure daddy, that one.
Bad dude, bad. No swearing in front of the baby, for crap's sake! You now all have my permission to pray or whatever for her salvation, living with a cussin' bastid like me. What? Kym's just as bad, only in french. Your kids say fuck too. They're just old enough to know to do it outside your hearing. Believe me, I know. I'm the one who gave them that little gem of advice. You may now hate me, if you so wish. Later!
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