I spent the better part of the day yesterday with a friend instead of dealing with this house. What I learned is this: if you go to a country fair in rural, white Vermont (which is pretty much all of Vermont) and you carry a Black baby, people will flock to you to look at and touch the child. What a bizarre phenomenon. I discussed it later with a mother of a biracial child, and she said, "Everyone loves a brown baby!" Anyway, it was nice to get out of the house and spend the day staring longingly at my friend's tits that I no longer get to kiss, suck, and fondle.
Today is another yard day, which means I put things in the back of my SUV, I take a ride, and when I return home, the things are no longer with me. My son refuses to take part in Operation Everything Must Go, so it's all me. They'll never take me alive. If you ever need a place to hide the bodies, give me a call.
