Sunday, July 29, 2007

At This Point in My Existence, I Have No Life

I would just like to verify something you already knew, by writing it down for the sake of posterior: I have no life. I am at the point of my 100+ year romp through the wilderness where I have no time or energy for anything besides chores, work, making sure that the people under 35 in my home stay in one piece, occasionally reading, and watching Big Brother. That looks damned pitiful and, I am pretty sure if you look it up in the Urban Dictionary, is exactly the definition of "having no life." I almost had some hobbies once, but then we had a Goozie Magoo instead, so now I am back to the no life thing.

Someday I will have a life and I will want to remember these days...

1 comment:

creeser said...

Hate to tell ya, but it gets even worse. Wait till your beloved offspring reach the age where they believe that your life is THEIR life to do anything THEY want to do with it, i.e. - take them to Walmart 150 times a week for various beauty essentials, drive them here, there and everywhere, stay off the phone in case THEY get a phone call, know the answer to every question ever invented plus be able to predict the future, be right there in case they need you, but be sure not to get TOO close in case their friends see you, only go places that THEY want to go, etc. etc. etc. I'm afraid it won't get any better when they go off to college either, it will just be another set of ISSUES.

That's ok - I can't wait until the day comes when I can make up bizzare stories that aren't true and torture my children by telling them that they really DID happen and what's the matter with them that they can't remember!