The Year Of Ranting

Earlier, Kaley said, "Daddy, I know you are going to want to *explain* this... but this time... could you just give me the short answer."

Kim just said, "You know, this has been the year of "the rants" because if we give you thirty minutes... it'll turn into some kinda rant about something."

I said, "Well!  Just tell me when I devolve onto the same subject like "THESE GAS PRICES!"... because I haven't got a soap box yet.... have I?    It just feels good to go off on stuff...  I mean, do I do that on my blog?"

She said, "Weeeelll."

I said, "Really!??!"

I kinda like the way Kaley looks at me in that watery eyed stare when I get all riled up over whatever dumb thing I feel like getting mad at... It feels real... like she knows that I know that she knows that I know that it must be done... and she *has* to listen... so I get to spew it all out - it's like this biological need to produce offspring that have to hear your insane take on the world.


You got your egg on the ankle!  The math!  Politics!  Football!

PS: i gave her a really short answer... it was, "Your mom can help you. Kovi and I are going to burn stuff. I'm tired like more than Jeff Burton."