is anything else so nice? Well, not being at work, for starters.
So, what’s going on today?
How have you been?
I feel like, I don’t know, I feel like a monkey all tensed up and ready to fling some poo toward some googly-eyed kid pointing his chubby little finger and pulling on his mom’s skirt and whining, “mama, lookit the moonkey, there’s doodoo, mama,” and the little bugger’s mom is like, “yes, balthazar, that’s a monkey,” and the kid keeps pulling on her skirt and it’s obviously pissing her off so she starts to drag him away from the monkey cage and he starts bawling, “buudiwaaannnalookitthemooooonkeymaaaaamaaaaaa,” and she just keeps walking and her skirt is coming down around her hip so that a bit of underwear peeks out and it’s not very flattering underwear but not like grandma underwear or anything and you can really tell that this is pissing her off that she doesn’t like her underwear to be on display unless it’s a display for her husband but he so rarely asks her to show off her unds anymore and she hadn’t really much thought about until today but isn’t it odd that he used to wanna get freaky-deaky on a daily basis and nowadays she feels lucky if they stay up 5 minutes past their bedtimes to touch each other where the buffalo roam and the skies are not cloudy or gray and why doesn’t he ask her anymore to put on the und show, to dance a little jig on the feathertop bed, to laugh, and giggle, and lick each other’s wounds, and where is he anyway and why isn’t little balthazar tugging on his damn leg and then you can see him come out of the port-o-potty and he’s tucking in his shirt and he smiles at the sight of his wife and child, she scowling, the kid growling, and he damn near explodes with affection upon seeing the lip of underwear gripping her hip and he white frosting wonders at his good fortune then he meets them a few steps past the port-o-potty and picks up the little boy and the little boy stops his whining and her face slackens in relief and he holds the child in one arm and hugs her with the other so that she thinks, “tonight he’s getting the und show whether he likes it or not.” Well, I feel like that monkey.
Do you ever feel that way?