Feeling good...

That is easily one of the greatest things in the history of mankind. I feel you, Leo.

Daddy Day Care is over and we're moving on to Cars, one of our collectively favorite movies. Talk about "comfort food" in the form of a movie. Little Man's eating Blue Bell cookie dough ice cream straight from the container and I'lm eating my second strawberry yogurt. And the freaking Patriots are winning by 11.

Yum.

 

I think you've got a knot ... on your head.

 

Knot? You better not fucking do that again, cocksucker.

 

HA! That's nothing. Drink a 12-er and THEN come back and tell us how you feel.

 

What's superimposed?

 

I burned two Norah Jones CD's for my mother not because she asked, but because she likes Jazz/Blues

 

I took my boy out for a playdate with his best friend, Tundra. They romped and rollicked in the park for a few hours and now he's cashed out next to me. Every once in a while, he'll wake up and look at me and I like to think he's checking to make sure I'm OK.
That I have him for protection and unconditional love makes me feel better about tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

 

Your last name is Giarraputo, isn't it, Mikey?

 

Sure is. I'm a 10-year-old, fat shit, who takes out his fat aggression on the goat. I chipped one of his horns, too.

 

Tundra?

 

My boy, Shep, is on the left and Tundra is on the right.

 

Cute pair Flash!

And now we wrap up a truly memorable Castle Night with a two-hour marathon of classic Looney Toon cartoons. They're uber-violent, filled with wholly inappropriate racial and ethnic references and absolutely sexist. But dammit, they f-ing funny! And Little Man loves them.

Good night to all!