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Guys, I can’t believe that I survived getting Daniel MacDonald out of my house. The other day I was at Pilates (change of subject I know) and the instructor was 8 months pregnant.
She, of course, is slightly miserable and it’s her third child so it’s not like she gets to chill a lot. Been there, done that.
So she was miserable and I was telling her that there was good news and bad news and which did she want first.
She wanted the good news first.
I explained that in ONE MONTH she would no longer be pregnant and would, in fact, have another child!
Then she asked what the bad news was.
I told her the bad news was that NOW SHE HAD ANOTHER CHILD and she was stuck with that kid because they never fucking leave you alone again.
I say that because of … KEELY, ANDIE and DANIEL MacDONALD.
They are always there.
I mean, they’re not always at my house but basically they’re always there.
They call when they’re having a bad day.
They call when they’re pissed.
They call when they’re walking.
Occasionally hey call with good news but mostly they just bitch and moan.
I had kids because I figured I’d be able to live vicariously through their lives.
That means they’d have to do something I actually want to LIVE THROUGH.
Ugh, so we were trying to get Daniel out of the house since he had to start a job in San Francisco. Now I live in NC and for those who don’t know, it’s on the OTHER FUCKING SIDE OF THE COUNTRY.
I made him a list. He looked at it.
He looked at it ONCE.
He ignored it.
He was leaving g in 3 days and I finally said “Daniel, it seems to me as if you’re overwhelmed by the disaster that is your bedroom. How about I help you?”
DO THEY PLAY DUMB ON PURPSOE?
I don’t know but we went up there and we started sorting and tossing and making piles.
On Sunday, (2 days before leaving) I said let’s start packing.
And we did…sort of; basically I packed while he said which suitcase because some of the bags would be inaccessible.
SO that only left the suitcase he would need for the one week drive.
I went upstairs Monday night and KEVIN was packing.
I cracked up.
Kevin told me that I was more difficult watching Daniel “attempt” to pack then to actually do the damn packing himself.
THAT’S MY LIFE!
THAT’S MY POINT!!
Anyways, after a bit of a disaster with the luggage carrier they took off. Hope he makes it there.