The Wonderboy has been up since the crack of ass. We’ve played leggos, spiderman leggos and served mom and sis breakfast in bed complete with a japanese tea ritual, bows and all. I have learned that Doc Oc was a fat guy who turned into a big octopus thingy. who knew. possibly all of you, but it was news to me.
During our breakfast in bed he comes in wiht his hands behind his back and says, “Find something to hit me with real soft…” Heh heh heh. Bonusmom finds a pair of gloves out of the drawer and whops him with it and ppppppfffffffffffftttttttt. out from his butt area…Starburst candy!!!
he’s a pinata.
Sis said he talked the entire 4 hours of the drive here, including making up fake words to the theme song of scooby dooby doo.
we are pretty sure he’s my child.
Now we’re looking for his indians and cowboys. Gotta go. major emergency here!
Leaving this morning and heading back tomorrow. Apparently sis said that the new one won’t be there, so only the ex-wives on this trip. Huge sigh of relief. . . having said that I cannot imagine loving a man and letting him bury his father alone. But the thought of facing that fire. . . lesser of two evils I suppose. bla bla bla fishcakes. Tired of yakking about this topic.
I love you. I love the Wonderboy. I love George. I’ll be back this weekend.
Misti Ridiculous 
It was awfully nice of your sister to gestate and birth your actual child. Nice work!It’s still weird that the new one isn’t coming to the funeral. If it was important enough to break up the whole freaking family you better love him enough to come out of your foxhole.
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NO SHIT!!!
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