People used to tell me that I had a humour blog.
Every now and then I would pepper my rantings and OMG HOW FUCKING AWESOME AM I?!?! with a few serious posts. And you would be all ‘WHAT THE FUCKITY FUCK? That was unexpected.’
And now, I fear, that you will come here and if I am NOT having some sort of terrible horrific crisis you will start looking over your shoulder wondering if the Universe has stopped fucking with me and has come for you.
Rest easy my lovelies. The Universe has planted it’s arse right over my head and it has taken a box full of laxatives.
You are safe.
But I am wearing a metaphorical raincoat of all of your kind words and love to protect me.
For that I am thankful.
In other news, Boo’s surgery went well. He has a two inch screw in his arm. I was able to go into the theatre with him and apply the mask to put him to sleep so he was calm while going under.
Not so much when he came out. He was REALLY FUCKING PISSED OFF and then sleeping and then REALLY FUCKING PISSED OFF and then sleeping. Rinse and repeat for five hours.
When we got him home he had something to eat and then we set up the living room for him with his mattress and I had the pleasure of laying with him watching the Scooby Doo movie on loop for 16 hours.
He is feeling much better today, kinda impressed that he has a screw in his arm and can be like Bender from Futurama, will be interesting when he gets back to school and tells his teachers to ‘Bite my shiny metal arm!’.
The stress of the last couple of weeks has taken its toll and Boo has decided the best way to express his displeasure at all that is happening is to turn his bedroom floor into a swimming pool. Of pee. Just walks in there, whips it out and relieves himself on the carpet.
And then after a nice dose of painkillers does a funky little dance in it to the Scooby Doo theme song.
The kid has some awesome moves, but the splash does sting the eyes.Magnetoboldtoo is sponsored by: