Profanity. That is not what this post is about. What I am really wanting is one of those little fairies that flies through my daughters cartoons and grants wishes to any bastard lucky enough to ask. Where the hell is she? I need stuff, I need my house cleaned, I need posts written and a big fat book contract. I need to have all of my stuff magically moved to a new house. But do you think I am going to get any of that? HA!
Alas, there is no such thing. Unless you have a slave and I believe that is still illegal in the US. Don’t give me that crap about having kids and they will be helping, the help they give is minimal at best and, Holy Crap, I have more to clean up with them helping. My wife is ready to throw all of the toys in the trash and start over.
These are the days that I look forward to being an empty nester. That is going to be another 16+ years but still, it would be nice.
Bah. Anyone want to come and be a fairy, cleaning my house and freeing me up to do nothing but write? Huh? Anyone? Damn. I guess I will just have to go get some laundry done then. Gotta go.