mydogfarted

So, my first father's day has passed. It was a strange day.

Day starts with some great pics of me and T framed. The wrapping paper was even painted by T! Yup, she's the next Jackson Pollock. (Glad I wasn't home to have to help wash the paint off the baby )

Next was brunch with one of my long time friends. The three of us met my friend, his wife and his son at a local restaurant for their buffet. Over ate, belched bacon and breakfast burritos for a few hours later.

After that was real fun </sarcasm>. I went over to the old house to finish ripping out the old carpets. Nothing like carpets saturated in cat piss to make you feel great (how the fuck my ex lost control over the house, I still just can't understand). We're getting the house re-carpeted so we can sell it, but it cost a lot for them to tear the carpet out, so my cheap ass was there all weekend.

Dinner with my dad followed. My dad's girlfriend is ALWAYS late for things, so they were 30 minutes late. T was pooped and fidgety, so I sent his girlfriend a guilt ridden text message before they got there . khoos, while usually calm when annoyed, was furious with her and my dad was more than happy to let khoos give her an earful. Sadly, her Canadian came out and nothing was said.

The evening then picks up hilarity. I got the baby ready for her bath...

Insomnia hit. 2:30 am, neither of us can sleep, so we resort to what we think is a quicky, and end up just having a great fuck. I come in to post a quick blog and spend another probably 30 minutes watching a rather hot friend masturbate.

My life, it is full of win some days.