Turn me loose

As I thought, at some point during The Boy's birthday he would indeed blame me for the failing of the ozone layer, the extinction of the Dodo bird, and poverty in Africa.

I am not sure how I do it, it is a gift I am assuming. A gift of making anyone I come in contact with feel as though they are about to fall into a deep depression and die.

thank you, I will be here all week.

I keep telling him, I am no Oprah, I cant build him a better life, like she can build schools. Because I suck that way..Unlike Oprah, I like watching people suffer.

We went bowling with him and his Friends, we came home, we ate cake, I ate nachos with bean-less chili and Velveeta. I am a Velveeta whore. Something about that block of grease laden goodness makes me weak in the ole knees.

I mean, whom ever invented this block of cheese u don't have to refrigerate until u open it, is a Go*damn genius.

Here are some photos of the day...

This is me, Boo and the boy....


















This is just me and the Boy...



















me and him yet again..




















I am convinced he can not take any photo without looking like a damn retard.

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Here he is using his hot air to blow out the fire sticks...Don't ask me why there is a pencil on the table, I am dumbfounded at this discovery

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This is the fu*king cake with NO leprechauns..I asked for Leprechauns u assholes..

I am definitely leprechaun-less , and I so wanted a damn holiday cake..sonsabitches

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This is me and Boo...Mr Shaky was out pumping gas...he is good at doing anything that involves the expulsion of gas..

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The boy and some of his buddies.

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This is Mr Shaky helping the females bowl...not me...I can fu*k up bowling all on my own, without the help of any man.

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This is just Boo....She wants the pink ball damn it....give her the damn pink ball and all is well..even if the bitch weighs 15 pounds.

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The fellas....Not sure what they are doing..someone just grab a damn ball and start throwing it..please for the love of God.

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Yes, so there is your brief synopsis of how it went..

i started out messing up his whole day because holy shit, I told him he cant ride his new bike at 8am in the 25 degree weather with no coat on..

I am a total screw up...I don't know what I am thinking, kids, on their birthday's are not suppose to listen to any rules, because holy mother of God, they were born on this day..

I am making mental notes to myself...The Boy next year for his birthday, gets nothing..

Not only will he get nothing, but I will buy myself shit...and open it in front of him.

I just hope when he is in therapy in a few years, that he tells her/him, that I wanted him to wear a coat because it is still technically winter for at least another few damn days..sonofabitch that mother nataure

Holy crap.

bee happy