Since I’m all about airing grievances here, there and everywhere, I thought I’d do what I do best: bitch in a bulleted list.
- The fact that my kids (and, therefore, myself) are aging.
- The fact that intelligent people see problems and do nothing to solve them.
- The fact that I can’t truly hate Anheiser Busch.
I just had a birthday (where I vented my spleen), Owen is repeating the last word of every sentence we utter and Raelyn asked about the origins of man the other. No kidding.
It went like this:
Rae: Mom & Dad?
Rae: How did the first person get born?
Us: [Reverent silence while we waited for her to finish her thought]
Rae: I mean, if people come out of Mommies’ tummies then where did the first people come from?
I won’t recount the entire exchange, but Jennifer hit the highlights of the Judeo-Christian Creationism versus the Agnostic/Atheist Evolution arguments and ended with this flourish:
“Dad & I feel strongly that people evolved over many thousands of years, but you’ll have to decide for yourself how things happened when you get older.”
Can I just say, amid the doom-n-gloom, how much I LOVE my wife. I could only be happier had she mentioned Pastafarianism/The Flying Spaghetti Monster.
If you still follow me on Twitter or Facebook, bless you. I’m dealing with a ton of lunacy/idiocy and I’m not nearly as level-headed as I should be.
Suffice it to say I wish more people read Hugh MacLeod: Quality Isn’t Job One. Being Totally Fucking Amazing Is Job One.
Hanging on the cube wall now.
At least I’m not alone.
Must. Find. New. Whipping. Boy.
That is all.