So, today is my day off. I get roughly 15-20 personal time hours a week... Including shits. MFTS.
My 11 year old texts all of friends (6) that today's a good day to come over (blizzard) and play in snow.
Of course wife and I didn't know. Of course we found it odd that the boy was vacuuming our rec room at 8:00am. Of course we don't have an ounce of food or drink in our disgustingly dirty house as piles of kids start showing up at 11:30am, when son told us 2:00 was when to expect them.
F me.
I need to hit Through's graphics bong to get me to chill.
Give'em hell Kooky