I woke up this morning and I didn’t have to make pancakes for the first time in 70 days. Hazel didn’t crawl into my bed at 1:47am. I left things out knowing they won’t disappear.
The one thing I wont miss is the mysterious spirit called “I don’t know.”
Idontknow Shepley!
My fourth child that always shows up when the shit hits the fan.
Who spilled this? Where is the remote? Who’s plate is this? Who ate all the goldfish? Who left the lights on? Who didn’t flush the toilet?
It is always Idontknow Shepley! I don’t even know what kind of pronoun to give this bastard Child!
Is Idontknow a she or a him?
Well they have all left for the evil side, I mean the other side of Mannheim road. Fritz, Hazel and Idontknow wanted to go back because they miss Molly and their friends.
I should feel relieved that the Summer of ‘22 is over. Seventy days straight….
I don’t have to pick up wet towels off the floor. I don’t have to watch talking dog movies. I don’t have to read books about twelve year old detectives. I don’t have to sing “Moonriver,” “Rainbow Connection,” “Sunrise, Sunset” and “Time after Time” before bedtime every night…
and if you’re asking… it’s the Tony Bennet “Time after Time” not the Cyndi Lauper rendition.
I sure as hell got a ton of help from my support team on this one. They made me hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
Time to sit in a tavern and watch the Sox game. Time to light a cigar, drink a growler of BuckleDown and pound an Alpine Sub!
I better manscape… get the frog squishmallow out of my bedroom and restock the bourbon and gin.
That reminds me… Big sale at Binny’s today! Anyone want to play catch with me?
