FML.  My life is over.  Something happened yesterday where I'm starting to question my will to live any more.  Mrs. Fly & I were watching a DVD and there was this part where an old man was in a hospital dying because he longed to see his granddaughter who was missing in an earthquake (yes - it's a long story.  Soap opera LDO).  I have no idea what happened to me next, but a few tears started rolling down my pudgy cheeks.

So I'm lying there in bed with Mrs. Fly thinking, "F*CK!!!  WTF is this shit?!?  Why am I crying?!?"  And then panic set in as there were too many tears for me to comfortably wipe them away without Mrs. Fly noticing.  So I had to just go for it and wipe them away.  And then Mrs. Fly turns toward me and I hear the dreaded... "honey, are you crying?"  That quizzical tone turned to hysterical laughter within seconds.  In between her struggling to breathe because of all the laughter I hear, "I don't think I've seen you cry before."

At least the kids didn't see.  First the "bok bok" incident and now this!  And then today, G says to me while I'm lying down reading him a book, "Daddy, can I rest my head on your belly?  It's so soft."

I just don't know how I can go on living in this house any more.  FML.

WHAT'S FOR DINNER?

Who gives a shit?!?  Didn't you just hear me say my life is over?!?  What's wrong with you?!?


(BTW I'm just joking, in case any of you are new to the blog and don't get my sense of humor.  And Mrs. Fly didn't laugh - much.  Well, at least not to my face.)