Clearly some of us have wayyyyyyy too much time on our hands. And by 'us' I mean Josh and definitely not me. Because I'm here at work. Busy. Working. Obviously.
Dood needs a 1 million piece puzzle to keep his time occupied is all I'm sayin'. So, um, Josh? Don't be surprised when your Christmas present shows up a bit early and it ends up being a 1 million piece puzzle of me. Can you think of anything more fun? Or amusing? Or pretty to look at?
Don't mind me, I'm just jealous that he lives THERE, in mutherfuckingparadise, while I'm stuck ranting behind the cover of a Dell monitor in St. Louis Park. Minnesota.
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Let me just add, in conclusion, that eventhough he's probably been to the beach at least twice today *I* get to go out with 2 dozen of my closest pals tonight, get stinkin' drunk, and then stumble home to my warm, not to mention cozy, flannel sheet adorned bed before waking up to RUNNING! WATER! Let's see you pull *that* shit off in paradise is all I'm sayin'.
Running water trumps plastic cup with holes punched in the bottom every time. (He really does this. A lot. I saw the video. Er, wait.)
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Here's the master plan:
1st: Put up with the wife in med school for a little while longer. I can have all the running water I want in North Oaks when she has her shit together.
2nd: Go back home and have the wife be Super MD. I'll go back to work part time for Fairview in the ER since we don't have any student loans to pay off as of yet.
3rd: Have a few kids. Stay at home and be the daddy.
4th: Get the kids ready for school in the morning, send the wife to the hospital, then go play GOLF and take PICTURES all afternoon EVERY DAY.
5th: Be the wonderful supportive man-wife that I am and think of how Margaret is stuck behind her Dell for 8-10 hours a day... Then then when winter comes I'll be wishing I was back in Grenada without snot-nosed kids whining at me for a snack and to take them ice-skating.
But yeah, I'll finish my degree someday - maybe... if I need to.
I do miss having friends, though. And real beer. This Carib Beer shit sucks.
Whatev. A few more years and I'll be kicking it with my laptop in the south of France.
Wake up at noon, hang out on the patio with a glass of red, take a dip in the pool, have another glass of red for dinner, and pet my kittens.
Ah yes, now that's the life.
Man! It must really be a slow day at work!
We've been playing 'comment-tag' for hours!
I've gotta split... tuck my junk between my legs and get home before Wife gets hungry and demands her curry and rice.