I need a kid.
Yeah, that's right. You heard me.
OK. So there is all that stuff about unconditional love and fulfilling life's purpose, but there's something more.
I've determined that kids provide perfect blog material.
Without a kid of my own, what do I have to say? What amusing stories can I share?
Just the other day I was reading my friend's blog and her story about having to pick peas out of her child's nose. How can I possibly beat that?
All I'm left with is sharing memories of stupid things I did as a kid -- and the peas-up-the-nose story reminded my sister of a similar incident. All I have to say is that I was a much tougher kid than my friend June Cleaver's kid. I didn't mess around with peas. I went straight for the wooden beads.
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You may want to rethink this post--you may be next in line after Nebraska's safe haven law! Yikes!
Or you could write about clogging the toilet, like I just did. No kid needed for that. Just the ability to be gross.
Kids do offer much blog fodder... but they also offer stretch marks and the need for alcohol at 3pm on any given Tuesday.
I'll give you plenty of blog material if you agree to come out to Nebraska in the next few months to edit the hell out of the book. My kids will give you years worth of material in the span of a weekend.
:) did I mention that I wanted you to come out and help me edit? I'm not sure I made that clear.
have I mentioned that Chris Cash is still single? Sure, his is 37 and still living with his mother, but you are going to have to lower your standards if you want to find some prospects on the "baby making for blog entries" search.
OH MY. Chris Cash. OK. Maybe I don't *need* those kids after all ...
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