Frenzied Daddy

Another one of those mornings where I have to balance between dad-the-teddy-bear who likes to play with his kids and dad-the-grizzly-bear who needs to get to work. It’s frustrating sometimes that while I want to play with the TT and she wants to play with me (this is her last full week before she starts Kindergarten next friday), I do have other obligations and responsibilities that she just doesn’t cotton to. Like going to work.

Anyway; I’m here now and workin like the dickens. Hope she has a nice time at the neighbor’s.

There are two problems with cutting your finger with the lid of the dog food can. The first is that the lid is not nearly as sharp as your mother (“Don’t throw that at your brother! You’ll cut his head off!”) or Charlie Brown (“I cut myself on your dog food can. I hope it doesn’t affect your enjoyment of your meal.”) would have you believe. So while the cut itself is smallish, it’s really a rip in the skin and hurts like the dickens. The second is that this is when you learn that Barbie and Skipper used up all the bandaids when that maniac Ken rammed his car into theirs to keep them from capturing the fairy unicorn.