Not even 8:00 a.m., and already I've done something that seems like a total waste of time. Since the boys are sick, they did not scamper out to the driveway to get to the newspaper comics before me. While #4 Son tossed his waffles on the living room couch and rug, and #3 Son made his breakfast cheeseburger, I lounged over the paper.
The Washington Times has a new comic, "Bliss", which the boys and I enjoyed yesterday. Today, however, it made me pitch the whole comics section. Man checks into a hotel, and the desk manager asks "Do you need extra keys, or are you going to stay in all night watching porn?"
Can I say it? I am tired of having to screen every damn piece of media that enters my house.