Cable + La-Z-Boy = Bliss

I caved! Ordered cable tv and a gargantuan, fantastically ugly, but so-friggin comfortably La-Z-boy today!

Haha. The following things I swore I’d never do:

Hire a cleaner – Who needs a house that's so big you can’t clean it yourself?

Chronic Facebooking – So lame. Don’t these people have things to do with their time?

Show baby photos – I mean, who cares about these little barnacles but you, right?

Install cable – Get outside! Travel! Read! Write! Have a conversation! Don’t veg on the couch!

Buy lazyboy - These are only for guys who’ve let themselves go.

Grow gut – those are for guys who’ve really let themselves go.

Give up on writing – it is my passion, my lifeblood, my voice, my art!

Transfer hopes and dreams to my child so I can succeed vicariously.

But… let’s face it. When you own a baby, where’s time to clean? FB’s all you can do between barfs. Baby photos are damn, damn cute. Cable rocks. Anyone who hates lazyboys never sat in one. Guts make comfy baby seats. Writing? Writing shmiting! And if after all this blood, sweat and holy diarrhea, you can’t pressure your kid into succeeding where you failed, then what has Hollywood come to?!