I woke up at 5am with the intention of starting work on a new coffee table.
Well, Max decided to wake up too, and decided to slurp fucking cereal in my face, watch every DVD we own,and ask a thousand questions in which I have no answers for.
I just attempted to take a piss (which I thought that I MIGHT be able to do in peace) but instead I'm being forced to seek out a Sponge Bob "golden ticket".
So, I will put on one of his diapers, piss myself, and dedicate the only day I get off besides Christmas to catering to the whims of a three year old.
Enjoy your Memorial day.