Busted my ass all day in the backyard and when it was over, Mrs Pic bitched. It wasn't enough.
Guess what?
I may as well catch hell for doing nothing as catch hell for busting my ass.
I am seriously considering dedicating the day to bourbon whiskey, as there is no point to catching hell for no reason. Might as well give someone something to bitch about.
Anyone that's raised kids will understand the mentality of how to deal with a squalling kid
"You want something to cry about? I'll give you something to cry about!"
WHACK!
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