Canadutch
I didn’t miss Father’s Day, I just didn’t get around to writing yesterday. I was too busy being lazy. I did remember to call my dad though, even though I spent more time on the phone with my mother. I swear I’ve never seen two people who can talk for so long about nothing as me and my mother.
I’m watching a show on TV now that I’m not sure if it’s fascinating, disturbing, depressing or.. well, maybe it’s all of the above. It’s called The Boy Whose Skin Fell Off. Yep you heard it right, that’s the name of the show. It’s about the life and death of Johnny Kennedy. He has a condition where his skin constantly falls off and regenerates and eventually creates skin cancer. Click the link for more info, the show has only been on for 10 minutes so I don’t know much more than that yet. I know he’s was a funny guy though, he just commented about how friction didn’t work well with his condition. As in constant wanking… I mean, who doesn’t love someone who can make wanking joke?
So, Xander got a blog. He’s one of those little tidbit bloggers rather than a longwinded blabbermouth blogger like myself. That’s fine, but my problem is that the first picture he puts on there is a really horrible pic of me?
What the hell?
Tomorrow I have to take Bailey to the groomer. I hate going there because the woman doesn’t speak English and I’m forced to blabber out my ridiculously butchered Dutch (not that you can really tell the difference probably, I’ve had coughing fits that probably meant something in Dutch at some point).
Ah the fun never ends…
