Fiesta de Septiembre

Today is the third anniversary of my legal ensnarement of Mr. H. At least according to the state of Massachusetts. The JP actually filled out the form wrong. It's really tomorrow. Then our sham wedding anniversary is Wednesday. Got it? OK. It's a big month here atop the Indian burial ground. We both have birthdays, and of course our cat anniversary because I am the asshole who gives free kittens as gifts. I can't wait to turn 25 again. Each year, our age gap widens. Soon it'll be like {Warren Jeffs joke}. Oh, my heart's not in it. You may note that I have a nearly three-month-old baby, so what happens in September does not stay in September. Don't believe September for a moment. She'll screw your cousin, give you herpes, and make you think you gave it to her first.

It's 2 PM, and I have accomplished a shower (but not a hair drying, and now it looks all funny) and two baby naps. The painter's tape stuck to one spot on the ceiling mocks me. It's been there since January, and all I want to do is tear it down. But I can't lift the ladder by myself, and the person who can lift the ladder will make so much noise that a baby wakes up. A tired baby is an angry baby. So here we are again, piece of tape. The days just trickle away. Hi, hi!

Posted 2:06 PM by Licketysplit