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i've been trying to think of something to post about for a while. My brain's not working. Kids are screaming. It's a game to them. See how loudly and how much like a gjrl we can scream before Jesse or Kevin comes in and tears us limb from limb. I was in charge of the kids yesterday. I made them exersize. That's Exersize by the way not ExOrsize. They arn't at that stage yet. They actually didn't do too bad. They need to lose weight to be sure, but still at least they arn't pathetically weak.
Kids run into the room. "JESSE SAVE US!" Hides under my chair. What sort of game are they playing? The six year old runs out of the room screaming his battle cry "CHAARRRRGGGEEE!". 2 seconds later, the same brave kid darts back into the bathroom and locks the door. Kevin enters on his hands and knees. "Where's Ashley and Casey?" He whispers. Screams. Too late, they woke the baby. A well placed kick to the bottom by Kevin and one of the kids runs out crying. Not to worry, he's not in pain. Just trying to get attention. Kevin picks up the baby before he has time to cry and puts him back to sleep like any good attentive father would. That's good. I'm supposed to be watching him today. Glad he picked the baby up for me. See this is why I can't think of anything to blog about. It's a gloomy day. Tonight we usually play basketball. But there's a large chance of rain, and one of the homes has measles. Could put a damper on things. Kevin breaks my train of thought by approaching me with the largest snot bubble i've ever seen in the palm of his hand. "Look" he says. "What is it"? says I. "Snot". He exclaims most "matter-of-factly". "No, that's not snot" I said. "Yes it is, look" says kevin as he pops it. Sick. My stomach turns. Now to write that all down. Oh look, my brother just got online. Maybe i'll talk to him pretending its Kevin. I'll pretend that i'm Kevin and I worship him and his music. Damnit, it's just Dan. And he's being a bit boring. Kevin ruins my fun by letting him know that it's me. Jerk. Kevin try's to pop a zit on my face. "Get away". "I have to pop it if it's the last thing I do". "Get away". I'm boring myself. What a slow day. Maybe a bomb will be dropped somewhere today. That'd spice it up a bit. Give ppl something to talk about around the water cooler. Oh shit. We don't have a water cooler. Still, good table talk.
Today is Fathers day. Happy Fathers day to all you fathers, including my own. Come to think of it, everyone else will be making posts about fathers day and fathers and the wonderful influences they have had on their lives. Except for a few depressing ppl who will say something about how their dad's abused them. Why must they drag everyone else down. Im bored!
Moment of truth. Post. Or Delete.