You Sick Little Monkey!

You Sick Little Monkey!

Most of the day sucked. But it got better.

I fought my way through an hour and a half of tortured practice with the acoustic. Technically I was fine. No fucking soul whatsoever,just utter plowing through material and not keeping my head on it at all.

Bills, laundry, cleaning, all that shit. You know, the fun stuff we all hate to do. So much for a day on the bike trail. It seems to take me twice as long as anyone I know though, because I keep drifting off to something else before I remember, oh yeah, I've gotta do THIS shit.

Then, on the way to pick up Katie, I got lost. TWICE. On roads I've driven on a zillion times. I tried to take an exit on I-71 that DOES NOT EXIST. I was seriously convinced that I was going to lose my mind.

We ate Chinese (her favorite), then went to her favorite park, though a different section than we usually go to. She had a GREAT time with two other girls, and I sat and talked to their mommy.

I was so fucked up, I couldn't even get wood over this luscious MILF. Oh, I NOTICED. But I was so far gone, all I wanted was somebody to give me a back rub and lie to me that I'm a decent human being and not a shithead, which is pretty much what I felt like all day.

I guess it was just nice to talk to someone above college age. Jesus creeping shit, these young girls won't let me be. Poor poor pitiful me.

But Angie did. I pulled into the Marathon as she was leaving. I honked at her, but of course she didn't notice it was me - this was the first time since I met her that I was driving my own carinstead of my parents'.

Probably a good thing. I don't need that distraction. Oh, I WANT it. Don't need it, though...

The one good part of the day happened on the way home. Katie started singing the Happy Happy Joy Joy song after I made a call to one of my friends, leaving him a message saying "you seeeeek little monkey!" I had to explain it to her, and she remembered the Ren & Stimpy we watched last week.

Then I put on my Ren voice. "I've had this ice cream bar since I was a child! People...always trying to take it from me! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!"

For the next 20 minutes, Katie and I laughed our ASSES off, saying those lines over and over again. She was repeating it back to me, which was KILLING me. I have a tendency when I get laughing really hard to lose my breath and have asthma attacks. Katie was laughing like that-which just made ME laugh more - and I had to ask her several times if she was OK. Gawd,it was hilarious. Once, between laughs, she said, "Oh man! That cracked me up!" and she sounded almost exactly like Brak, which made me start HOWLING.

All the other stupid shit from the day was worth suffering through just for that goofiness. I'm SO happy my daughter is shaping up to be a twisted freak . But she also has a side I've long since lost- when she said goodbye to her two friends at the playground, she went up to hug both of them. Girls she'd known for half an hour. She also spent several minutes telling me all about her new stuffed elephant, with an enthusiasm that only a five-year old can have. Shit, the only time I get that excited over anything new is a new bottle of scotch.

I'm with her again on Thursday.I think we'll make dinner here (now thatI have clean dishes again) and watch Ren & Stimpy.

Love,
Dougie

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