My brother pointed out the fact that I used the word 'fuck' a few too many times in my last post. I guess I should rein that in a bit. But I really don't fucking feel like it. I gotta get it out now while Paddy can't talk.
So instead of teaching my son important things like sitting up on his own or eating solid foods, I am currently schooling him on the art of zombie movies for Halloween. We watched 28 Days Later last night - my current favorite - and we're watching the Walking Dead marathon on tv now. My only problem with Walking Dead? WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE ZOMBIES?? This is so friggen terrible, I have no idea why people like it so much. Paddy needs to learn to both fear and respect the zombie, and he can't do that if an hour long show features zombies for less that 4 minutes. How the fuck is he going to cart my fat ass to safety when the zombie apocalypse comes? THESE ARE THINGS EVERY MOTHER SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT.
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