Don’t you love when you feel like a bucket of shit has been dumped on your head and you’re told it was no accident but totally on purpose because you’re a right pile of garbage and no one likes you? That kind of feeling makes a person’s mood go out the window with the baby and the bath water. And you try to catch the baby by way of saving it like any normal person woul do then you go, ah heck, who cares, I’m too grouchy for some stinkin’ baby and it all starts right round again because look, see, you ARE a jerk, just like karma was telling you to begin with.

Man, I hate that.

But am better now and totally in a great mood. Like lay down to sing your wee girl a bed time song but end up giggling like an idiot instead.

Hey, did I tell you guys (I know I didn’t so why am I asking if I did?) that I’m reading Jacob the Mr. Gum series by Andy Stanton? He got books one and two for Christmas and by golly we are loving them. He begs for more chapters more chapters every night. Once I had to read him five chapters before finally telling him holy crap, kid, go to sleep already. I highly recommend them – especially for people with boys. I think boys right up to twelve and thirteen would enjoy these books but what do I know? I have never been a boy of twelve or thirteen. Not lately anyway. I bought book three today and hope Stanton gets book four out on the shelves lickety quickety because I’m not sure we could stand waiting long. I know there are other books and some of them quite good, but we’re Mr. Gum fans now and we wants our fix.

Other than all that above therein written as per what you just read, I’ve got nothing to say. I’ll speak with you all tomorrow when I think I might share my opinion on cat blogging. Preview: It’s stupid, cat blogging is.