Kitty and I dropped the kids off at camp on Sunday. We've been drinking and watching R rated movies since then. We cleaned the house and have sat in complete silence otherwise.
Oldest kid couldn't take his phone and left it on his charger. He got one text message, an accidental one from Kitty. Slightly concerning that his phone is not blowing up from his summertime pool lady-friends. Genetically, he has a disadvantage in this department. Sorry, kid.
Number of empty potato chip bags found in bedrooms or on the living room floor in the last 72 hours: 0
Number of skanky-ass dirty socks found inside the couch: 3
Where is the 4th sock?
Number of Little Caeser's Hot-and-Nasty pizzas bought in the last 72: 0
Last night, Kitty and I had quiet dinner. She rocks this Chicken Piccata dish. We split a bottle of wine, then I went on to have a couple Labatt Blues. I think that Short's Nicie Spicie guys may have called the guys from Labatt and have given them some of the ingredients that induce digestive trauma.
I was trumpets involuntary all night...she says. I recall only one waking me from my slumber. It was impressive and I think I giggled in my sleep.
Today's blog will be short and sweet, as I kind of got this going on a whim. In the near future I plan to get lights-out wasted on Lime-a-Ritas and blog the whole thing. Stay tuned.
L8rz,
Kinky Pickles
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