dear my kid thinks i'm stupid diary,
i thought my mom was stupid too, but now i realize i was the dumby, so maybe my kid is right in thinking i am stupid. except, i'm not. i know when he's lying. i just act dumb to see how far he will go with it before he caves in and tells the truth to me- before i punch him in the eye for lying. i think if my mom woulda done that to me a coupla times before she died- it woulda helped me allot in the future. why do kids lie about the dumbest things that do not matter? why not lie about something important? monday, sucky- monday. i coulda slept all day. i still might. it is early yet. whoever invented mondays is an asshole. and i want meatloaf again. i need to have the couch cleaned. my fingernails are beautiful again. i cant wait to pay my fine this week. i've had the money for a minute, but laying it out on a special day is what i've been waiting for. then pancake day. roger is giving me the details on where my uncle's unmarked grave is at- so i can direct adam's tombstone where to place his headstone. i bought it for him last october- just before i was to be sentenced, i found out that my great uncle chauncey had no marker on his grave and i called uncle jim to inquire why. he didn't know- so i let him go- and called back roger to get me more info- roger said he would dig for me- and have it in feburary. now we are here- finally- i'll tie everything up, and i may even drink a sip or two of wine from a silver cup.
i thought my mom was stupid too, but now i realize i was the dumby, so maybe my kid is right in thinking i am stupid. except, i'm not. i know when he's lying. i just act dumb to see how far he will go with it before he caves in and tells the truth to me- before i punch him in the eye for lying. i think if my mom woulda done that to me a coupla times before she died- it woulda helped me allot in the future. why do kids lie about the dumbest things that do not matter? why not lie about something important? monday, sucky- monday. i coulda slept all day. i still might. it is early yet. whoever invented mondays is an asshole. and i want meatloaf again. i need to have the couch cleaned. my fingernails are beautiful again. i cant wait to pay my fine this week. i've had the money for a minute, but laying it out on a special day is what i've been waiting for. then pancake day. roger is giving me the details on where my uncle's unmarked grave is at- so i can direct adam's tombstone where to place his headstone. i bought it for him last october- just before i was to be sentenced, i found out that my great uncle chauncey had no marker on his grave and i called uncle jim to inquire why. he didn't know- so i let him go- and called back roger to get me more info- roger said he would dig for me- and have it in feburary. now we are here- finally- i'll tie everything up, and i may even drink a sip or two of wine from a silver cup.