I was a good, responsible person today. I crockpotted so i have dinner for a few days, throwing a bunch of meat and veggies in the miracle machine and hoping it doesn’t suck (chicken breast, squash, broccoli, carrots, mushrooms, garlic, and artichoke hearts, in case you were curious). I updated my resume and applied for some tutoring jobs. I even took out the trash.
I was responsible. Can I get a reward? An atta boy? A heckin good job? A bowl of ice cream?
I am lying next to you, your head nestled beneath my chin. Your hair tickles, but your arm, draped over my chest, feels warm. A comfort. A comfort because I have someone that holds me, and someone to hold. I have someone to take care of, and someone that takes care of me.
I tweet…a lot. I tweet to promote my books. I tweet to promote other people’s books. I belong to a group called Rave Reviews Book Club, where we retweet each others novels and blogs, etc. It’s a pretty cool group, and though it has a small membership fee, the increase in book sales is worth it.
But I’m not here to promote Rave Reviews. I’m here to talk about the evolution of my Twitter account.
Ok, you all know that despite not being a dad, I am a purveyor and connoisseur of dad jokes. I’ve posted jokes with the laughing dog meme before, even the Rick Grimes meme. Lately I’ve been obsessed with the “family groaning at a restaurant while dad laughs” meme. I’ve decided to bless you all with some of my favorites.
You’re welcome 😀
Or, you can hate me forever. Either way, credit goes to @IFindItFunny2. This is some exquisite punishment.