If you don't know me, I mean really know me, you may get the impression from this blog that I hate everything, especially babies and wives. That's not true, though. I love wife. And making daughter was fun. I just consider myself a bit of a realist in that I don't mind complaining about having to give up things, like fun and staying up until six a.m. And, I don't care if you, or anyone else for that matter, finds it selfish that I complain about those things. I have this idea that deep down inside, way deep for some parents, there resides a little Man or woman, an id, if you will, that really didn't want to have to give up anything in order to have kids. Before it was a parent this idealistic id thought to itself, "When I have kids....blah, blah, blah ponies and butterflies!" Well, that id is an idiot. And now the id knows of it's mistake and has realized that it cannot buy Fenders or have a trail Jeep or visit Seattle or sleep until noon or close down The Cave or overdraw it's checking account. And so the id is pissed. And the id is now a curmudgeon. Mind, the curmudgeon will kill you if you hurt wife or daughter but it also realizes that life has gone through a drastic change. And now the curmudgeon is counting down the days until a certain someones twenty-second birthday so that He can buy himself a Porsche and retire.
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