Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Mailing it in

So again I need to apologize as there was a major global scare last week that I had gone missing. (The global scare was from at least 2 people, but I think they were from different countries which makes it global... and it was concerning me, so that makes it major.)

I want you to know that I am indeed alive and breathing... and the reason for SnarkyDaddy's lack of posts has been... you guessed it... SnarkyMommy. I don't know if you've heard by now, but she went off and got knocked up. She is just not responsible like SnarkyDaddy. And I don't know who the father is, but my suspicion is that its absolutely got to be the mailman.

Now, SnarkyMommy will be quick to point out that we don't have a mailman, we have a mailwoman. But as far as I'm concerned, that doesn't change anything. I've seen the way they look at each other. And with all those crazy operations they can pull off these days... all I can say is she might not even have a penis right now, but clearly sometime around March she definitely did.

So that has left little old SnarkyDaddy with the dilemma of whether I lose my office to a fourth bedroom or build another bedroom for SnarkyMommy's reproductive recklessness.

And I clearly can't lose my office. That is where the great dreams and inspirations are thrust forth straight from SnarkyDaddy's brain directly to the pages of this blog for my dear readers.

Besides, when I blog I only blog naked - I can't have a bunch of clothing restricting the free flow of ideas. If I blogged upstairs sans clothing it would likely freak out the kids and impress the neighbors. And, as you can imagine, the neighbors are already plenty impressed by SnarkyDaddy... I don't need them camping out outside my window at all times of the day.

So you can see where this is going... SnarkyDaddy has been kept away from his blog as I have had to work tirelessly, close to 24 hours a day, to build a new room for the new baby. Oh, if you only new the blood, the sweat, the tears that I have poured into this room.

And by blood, sweat and tears I mean... you know... calling the contractors and telling them to get off their asses and back to work. Hey, that's tough work.

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