Listening to: the disk I sent out to the few screwed on mixmania! cuz it's AWESOME
My place was (is) a wreck when she arrived, I was sooooo unprepared. If anyone got the idea that I was some kind of super dad with a spotless place well, heh, wrap your illusions up in cotton candy and sit on a lolipop. When TOOMA and Wonderful Daughter arrived, this place looked like a frat house run by pre-schoolers.
Indeed, when the knock came to the door, I was replacing the toilet seat that had been twisted beyond repair by dancing imps, twirled to the point where one needed to a three-point plant and massive adjustments in order to get adequate aim or comfort. Needless to say, I was up to my elbows in old piss and wretched grime when I was expected to hug The Object of My Affection. Yeah. Her and her daughter.
Crap was (is) everywhere, dad-o-three small ones yet having been unable to learned how to put out the fires my wee ones have managed to light like little arsonist fireflies. TOOMA and Wonderful Daughter have been tolerant. Hell, had I walked into this kind of a wreck, I might have looked into a local motel.
Not these angels.
We're heading to the mountains tomorrow, her half-brood and my entire brood and we'll see who returns with limbs intact. If your tastes tend towards the morbid, you may want to follow this potentially explosive story.