most everyone knows my general distaste for children, but this one seems to be evil enough to have blown past that wall. after all, when she says, “uncuh jimmy,” how else am i supposed to react?
she also has some habits that are near and dear to my heart. for example, she doesn’t like wearing pants. pants off dance off!
so this little shit was a little terror about me this independence day. then again, some of it was my own fault. i did instigate her a little. after all what sort of “uncuh jimmy” would i be if i didn’t influence her in a bad way?
it was a good independence day. tons of meaty meats, pasta salad, fruit salad (cannibalism!), apple pie and stuff. tons of illegal fireworks set off by neighbors. not bad, really.