Natasha was going to leave with the kids tomorrow night for a number of days, five to be exact. But our van is having screaming shit fits, so we have to shell out a pretty penny to fix it. So that means my wife can't afford to go to the wedding in Arizona, which means I don't have to be home alone.
I'm excited about this. That means I don't have to be home alone. I've been going though a lot and I'm starting new medication, so being alone for a long stretch of time probably isn't good. Plus that means that my kids can campaign for Ms. Know-It-All during this Saturdays big Captain Book-less storytime.
The negative part is that my five day plan to lounge around the house naked while eating ice cream, dancing nude to party songs on my iPod, playing my PS2 and porning it up is now totally ruined by my wonderful and yet easily scarred children.
Oh well. Give and take, you know?