I used to be interesting

I used to be interested. In life. I vaguely remember getting excited about doing things. I think I used to be excited about getting up in the morning and accomplishing tasks. But now I got nuthin'. I'm bored and lonely and don't like being with the two kids who still live with me. They suck the life out of me.

I still enjoy spending time with my husband. We went to lunch together yesterday and both enjoyed it very much. Then yesterday evening the kids came home and ruined a good day. Now Superman is grumpy and I don't give a shit about anything.

Think I have a bottle of Fuckitall in the fridge. Might indulge.

The Fagot Shack!

I am fascinated with tiny homes, small shacks, cabins, etc. This morning while perusing the Cabin Porn website (yes, really) I found this illustration. It's from Shelters, Shacks, and Shanties and How to Make Them. I think I'll buy the book, and not only because it can teach me how to make a fagot shack.

But please, no smoking fags in the fagot shack.