Monday, August 30, 2010

If My Happiness Were An Ass It Would Look Like This . . .

Holy Flying Monkey Fucker, it's the first day of school!!!!

Cue the marching band, the baton twirlers and somebody pass me a drink .... yes, it's finally here! I couldn't be happier even if a bus load of midget rugby players pulled up in front of my house and asked if Miss Spoken could come outside and play for awhile.

Yes, I'm that happy and that obsessed with The Little People.

There have only been a handful of times that I've actually been alone in my own house. But now that The Boy and Boss Lady are both in school full time (Legal is in jail but you'll have to wait for The Mother Summer Fucker Letter to read up on that), I have this modest two story town home all to myself. For those of you non-breeders out there, you probably can't grasp how monumental this day is. And if you're one of those mothers who dreads the kids going back to school because you just can't breathe without them needing you all day and you question who will wipe little Jimmy's ass properly, then you really don't understand me and probably quit reading this post right after the "Holy Flying Monkey Fucker" intro. For me, herding them to school is like somebody telling you your ass looks good in those jeans. It feels that good. And even though I have to share all six hours of my solitary time with roughly 400 loads of laundry, I will not allow the soiled clothing to piss on my parade.

It's back to school time and this year, I'm not fucking around.

I will ...

Save money, because vacation time is over and fourteen boxes of Capri Sun is still cheaper than the cost of keeping me inebriated while sleeping outside camping.

Bathe my children, because the pool closes after Labor Day.

Clean the house, and it will actually stay that way for at least the next six hours. Gone are the days of sweeping, wiping, washing and scrubbing in twenty minute intervals.

Write the great American novel, or at least compile my Sunday dinner recipes into a swanky new binder.

Sit in silence, because Spongebob will not be played on a constant loop in my living room. Screw you Sponge, you are no longer the soundtrack of my every move. But I will sort of miss you, Squidward. I was begininning to think that you really got me.

Not eat lunch, because that's why God made coffee.

Rub one out in the middle of the day, because I can.


Elly Lou said...

Holy Flying Monkey Fucker, another post already? This is like my own personal Christmas! In celebration, I'll be using my "special" finger. AW YEAH.

Brutalism said...

I think Squidward would totally get you.

(Wondering why the Peanuts never did a "Happiness Is..." series that ended in "this ass" -- they missed the boat.)

Miss Spoken said...

@Elly Lou - There you go again, teasing me with your Special Finger. I just can't quit you, Elly Lou.

@Brutalism - In my search for the perfect ass image, I came across an ass blown away by a firecracker. I'll save that pic for when school is out.

ken said...

i look forward to reports of the nooner rub.

pattypunker said...

you had me at holy flying monkey fucker.

i can't remember the last time someone told me my ass looks bangin' in a pair of jeans, but if they did, i'd be rubbing one out with you.

now how bout we do some back to school motherfucking clothes shopping for ourselves!

Wicked Shawn said...

You should move to mother fuckin' KY, school has been back in since Aug 3. WTF is up with NV, torturing parents some sort of pasttime out there??!!!

Cal Mama said...

So I have to wait for my child to start school to get cartoons of the t.v.? FANTASTIC! LOL The only time I get to watch what I want is when I give him a marker, pull up the legs of my pants and let him use me a as a canvas