i'm working saturdays for the next two weeks
at least my overtime pay starts tomorrow
andrea: oh man, that sucks
but overtime pay doesn't suck
i don't work on daturday
but i'm broke broke broke
molly: it could be dadurday - a dad's lame attempt at weekend bonding
"c'mon kids, get up, we're all going for pancakes and a baseball game because it's DADURDAY!"
andrea: hahaha! that sounds MISERABLE
molly: "and then you're going to shut up and get me beers while i watch the news"
andrea: oh man, i want a beer
i was going to go to the gym after work, but i'm so hungry, i don't think i'll make it through
molly: eat a snack before you go
molly: you'll feel so much better after, i bet!
andrea: what if i drink a beer instead, and just go tomorrow?
i bet i will too, but i'm so laaaazy
i haven't gone all week
i'm the worst
also, i fucking hate two year olds
molly: me too
they're so self-involved
it's like "me! me! me!" all the time
andrea: you should see him, sitting here staring at me
molly: jesus, kid, just learn how to cook your own omelet already
andrea: can you think of nothing else to do but stare at me, baby?!
aren't babies supposed to play?!
he has toys for days, but he just stares at me!
or tries to hang all over me!
if I stand up, he'll stand up, but otherwise, he just lies on the ground like a despondent little midget