Part of me wanted to eat a couple of Peanut Butter sandwiches for dinner when I got home from work this morning. Another part of me wanted to have turkey, Swiss cheese and salami on toasted whole wheat bread instead. That part of me won. No onions, lettuce or tomatoes ever go on my sandwiches. Never!
Currently I'm in the middle of doing a side painting job which should take me about another week and half to complete, but today I'm not going painting, because I'm staying home to watch the kid. I'm thinking about packing him up and going to the mall with him to Stair at MILFS while I drink a cup of coffee.
I also wanna steal shit from the Hallmark store and throw it in Max's baby carriage, but I know that if I get caught Allyson will kill me, and I know that the women in the Hallmark store will be fawning over Max and I'll never get the chance to make my move. Plus, I'm 37 years old and it's really inappropriate to steal Christmas ornaments and pixie figurines when you're 37 and male.
Or maybe I'll take him fishing with me today. That way I can use four poles instead of two. Two for me and two for Max. Perfect. I could attach a fishing pole holder to his car seat and if he goes flying into the lake I'll know he has a big one on the line, but don't worry, I'll go after him.
OK, maybe I'll just stay home and wipe drool off of Max's chin all day. That's always fun.
Max looks like he's having a lot of fun playing with my mom in this picture.