Hate? That is such a strong word. Why are you being such a mean, nasty, bastard Dave? What has she done to you?

When I’m out in public, and I have to use the restroom, I ‘try’ to flush my deposits but sometimes the solid bits do their own thing and backflow into the bowl again. It happens, it happens to everyone.

When I’m out in public and I’m approaching a store, I often try to hold the door open for my fellow human beings, I might not see someone and to them, I apologize. I also appreciate it when somebody else holds the door open for me. It’s called common courtesy.

As a father, I’m constantly picking up after my rat children. It’s what a responsible adult does.

This woman…

This woman can’t do any of this. This woman can’t even wipe her own ass and has to get somebody else to do it for her. (Yes, the second poop example in this rant. Sorry but people like this put me in a ‘crappy’ mood.)

She is a selfish a-hole (is this my fourth reference so far?) of a person. She is nothing more than a child herself. Needing attention all the time, and for what? So she can indulge in her Donald J(oke) Trump like narcissism?

Go to hell woman.

Okay, ranting over. I’ve got to pack up my stuff and walk home again. (What? I walked and didn’t have my servants do everything for me? The audacity) This morning I was hiding out at my local grocery store to pick up some breakfast items for me and the wife. I make us both bacon-egg-cheese-croissants.  (What? I’m not having somebody cater to my every need and am making something for somebody else?)  I was working on cleaning up chunks 8 & 9 of my Jessica Day story. I think I’ve decided the title is going to be ‘A New Day’. If the thing ever gets published you will understand more of why that title appeals to my punny side.

Progress.

It’s hard because I’m never left the Eff-alone. Kids, wife (also kinda child-like), job, domestic duties, it’s all too much. On top of that, I’m constantly tired. I woke up at 5 am this morning to do this walk, which now makes me even more tired over the course of the day.

EEK!

I’m glad she doesn’t read this blog 😛

In fairness, I think she would also call me child-like at times, though for different reasons as what I do tends to “BUG” her more than a car full of insects.

Double EEK!

Tootles all.