The Blogshevik

Since I wrote anything here, the computer died, I had a pregnancy scare and developed a worrisome rash that hasn’t quite been identified. We’re considering a move into the country, with a ton of land to plot our overthrow of Chuckie Cheese and of course a bunker in preparation for that Mayan calendar thing that’s on the Discovery Channel.

Everything is fine here for the most part, we endured some bullshit that put a stop to the rehab thing, hence the move thats in the works but other than that, Groundhog Day.

I’m burned out on the whole political bullshit the country is enduring, but I just have to say I told you so.

Anyway…I have to take the kids to the pool, toodles.