now fortified with impotent fury!risperdal

To the poo-fetishist who found his way here via an image search for ‘his diaper’. So sad to fail to oblige your need for manshite in a handy containment vessel. (Alternatively, sorry to fail to oblige your need for a grown man in a diaper, sans poo. Who am I to assume?)

Also, apologies to the person who just wanted a little sag free ‘teen nip’ images, and instead found pictures of me ruthlessly taunting my child with calphalon tongs and yelling NIP.

(Can you tell I checked my referrer logs?)

I salute you.

I’m on minute 83 of a 6 day run of single parenting and I am ready to fling myself down the basement stairs.

A hearty fuck you. Do not broadside me with we’ll have to enroll him full day if we want to move him up a classroom. Clearly, despite my telling you it is important to me he not be there from morning till night, you underestimated how important it is to me. And then, when you’ve said we’ll come up with options and discuss when I pick him up, you good-goddamn-golly-well BETTER actually have someone there who CAN discuss it with me.

I’m so mad, I can’t even formulate. Y’all will get to see inside this thought process tomorrow.

So, for Christmas from us, Sean got several more Brio pieces, including the AWESOME double suspension bridge.

And this is how he chose to use it:

That’s a bit of me, knitting, and King of the Hill People. A more patient when it came to playing with Sean soul has never lived, because oh my god, Sean would not leave him alone

He looks so innocent, doesn’t he, despite the fact that he’s slaughtering hundreds of hapless Brio denizens.

He was also extremely methodical in his mayhem. No one shall be spared Gojira’s wrath!

Closer and closer they came, inch, by inch, by terrible inch.

The horror. The horror. Yes, he doggedly did this with each and every train he has, yelling ‘oh noooooo’ as he cheerfully sent train after train tumbling over the edge to its doom.

Hungover after New Year’s? Or just wary of the flash?