Well, as life never lets me down, one of my classes is being taught by the devil.
Okay, maybe he’s not the devil, but he sure knows how to torture. And he has these little beady eyes that make me think he is really evil deep down and enjoys seeing people fail.
Or maybe it’s just me.
As my blog is horribly uninteresting, and I think I’m pretty much the only one that reads it, I find it pretty easy to not hold back when talking about people who might stumble upon my blog. I’m confident that I am safe here in my little bubble. Safe is squishy.
Erik’s birthday is in 10 days. He will be 3. As mother’s go, I am a pretty sucky one, so I’m not so sure what we are doing for his birthday. Or what we are getting him for that matter. Maybe he would like a new computer. Or maybe I would like one and I’m using his birthday as an excuse. Heh.
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