Is there anything better than an ornery infant finally sleeping, an attention-deprived genius toddler being bathed by his father, a pizza on the way and a well-respected, icy cold gin and tonic in hand on a Friday night?<\/p>\n
I am struggling to think of something better.<\/p>\n
Nope. There is nothing better for me, right now. And so I compose country music-esque ballads in my head.<\/p>\n
The dishwasher is broken
\nthe garbage never ends
\nthe kids’ve been yelling all damn day
\nand I ain’t got no friends
\nbut suddenly this quiet house
\nis a blanket soft and warm
\nI’m gonna drink until it’s dark
\nand sleep in my sweetheart’s arms<\/p>\n
oh friday night
\nfriday night
\nplease don’t stop
\ndon’t bring saturday’s light
\nevery moment that passes
\nbrings us closer to the end
\nand right now it’s just beginning
\nsadder songs have not been penned
\nif I don’t see tomorrow
\nI will die a happy death
\nbecause I died in my big bed
\nwith gin upon my breath.<\/i><\/p>\n
I will spare you verses 2 – 4. A happy weekend to you all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Is there anything better than an ornery infant finally sleeping, an attention-deprived genius toddler being bathed by his father, a pizza on the way and a well-respected, icy cold gin and tonic in hand on a Friday night? I am … Continue reading