If we were having coffee… 4/2/16

It might be a beer instead because it’s now afternoon and it’s been that kind of a week. Thought I’m always glad to press some fresh joe if that’s your preference.

You’d definitely be listening to me prattle on about how proud I am of my fearless girl and her 1st time mountain biking this week. She hit the single-track like a master and my cheeks hurt from grinning.

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<Awww – that’s sweet! You go girl! You say.>

I’m certain I’d have some choice words about a dear friends’ not-yet-ex who left her because ‘God told him to’ after he got saved and realized that he’d rather be knocking boots with his ex-wife (which he’d never stopped doing in the first place.) It chaps my hide for people to blame their choices on God. Grow a pair. Read up on free-will. Own it. Personal responsibility is a thing. Give it a try.

<What a jerk! You say – I love how supportive you are when listening to my rants>

You’d get to hear all the gory details of my ass-bumping trip down the stairs a couple of days ago and how my adorable son tried to come to the rescue.┬áLet’s not forget the resulting ass-shiner – as I am now dubbing the bruise that dons my derriere.

<Bahahahaahahah! You say – because it’s funny – and because you’re now noticing that I’ve been sitting on my other hip this whole time>

This would be about the time I’d realize that I’ve been gabbing at you for too long and am embarrassed. I also have to go call out the children who sound like a herd of wild buffalo upstairs. Excuse me for a second, then I need to hear all about your week – please?!

<Crash>

Crap! What is it now? KIDS!!!