Just Me and My Pussy
Every time my wife is cuddling with our cat I just start laughing inside thinking about some potty-mouth/humorous/immature joke. It’s just like farting. No matter how old I get it’s just funny. In a previous post I recall talking about the little things in life that make waking up everyday worthwhile. Sometimes inappropriate jokes or thoughts can be the little things that make your next breath worth taking. It’s those moments of laughter I really want to begin focusing on. Obviously not just the potty-mouth humor, but whatever moments can bring a smile. Without smiling there’s really no reason to stick around. (I don’t mean “there’s really no reason to stick around” as in kill yourself, I mean that figuratively or metaphorically, whichever one means don’t commit suicide.)
The point is that due to many small smiles, the past 36 hours have been surprisingly well. I believe it’s the reason why I didn’t make a post yesterday. I’ve been constantly reminding myself that my job is merely a job, chores around the house will get done when they get done, and low and behold (is that the phrase?), everything has gotten done around the house and I’m doing well at my job as told to me today during my one-on-one with my boss. It’s hard to find an issue to discuss when you have one of those days that’s just…….good.
With that I bid you goodnight as I drift away to sweet dreams with my pussy (wife), and her pussy (cat). Night!
