The only parenting activity in which I participate consistently is bath time. I put the 1, 3, and 5 year olds into the tub, wash chunks of dinner off their faces, remove the two girls, and then leave the boy by himself to do whatever it is that he insists […]
Just look at this shit someone attached to our refrigerator. Apparently, I like to wear purple and blue britches on top of each other, like Punky Brewster or a homeless person, and I hop around all day on my giant johnson. Oh, and I’m pregnant. My bride has pink hair, […]
