a day in the life

Both Gregory and I woke up feeling sorta punk today, so we stayed in bed in our pajamas, he lovingly clutching the remote and me molesting some NORO yarn with a coupla wooden sticks. After pissing the chihuahuas, munching Panda Express takeout, and taking a baby wipe whore's bath, we are now watching tv...and as you can well imagine, hearing Beavis repeatedly and reverently singing the word "bunghole" as a Gregorian Chant thrills me to my very core.