Weird Stupid Hard Scary for Today. Feel free to add your own.
I had a conversation with my son about his friend getting out of rehab.
My son's old enough to have a friend out of rehab.
We also talked about when we could visit together. He volunteered that he can come to me on his own, now that he has a driver's license and access to a car.
My son has a driver's license and access to a car.
When my friends come to my house, they bring their kids over in a car seat. They talk about buying Baby's first tricycle. I'm in Auto Zone thinking about how I'm gonna giftwrap a glasspack.
He's a much better son than I deserve. I dodged a karma bullet. I used to gripe about child support. Now I feel it's the best money I ever spent.
But the vasectomy is a close second.
Let me explain.
My genetic dice are loaded with dysfunction. Odds on any subsequent children would be 2-to-1 to be the Antichrist. I'm just lucky my first roll was a Hard Six.