That reminds me I need to make sure I'm awake to take a photo of the HELL IS REAL
billboard in the middle of that cornfield in Ohio. Mr Animal likes to tell me all the reasons I'm going to Hell - I don't think he's joking, btw. It's the second best part of Ohio. The best part is singing Cleveland Rocks when we're driving by the city. Poor Mr Animal. He tries to make sure I'm asleep for Cleveland, he hates it when I sing. He likes me to sleep most of the way because I talk and wake up the boys and then all of us are talking and we're usually ganging up on him. When they were little, I told the boys his super power was road rage so they started calling him road rage dad and when something would happen they would say play set, sold separately. For example, he would bitch about a moving roadblock and they would say, road rage dad, moving road block sold separately. Road rage dad, HELL IS REAL billboard, sold separately. Road rage dad, yapping wife, sold separately. Road rage dad, frappachino, sold separately. Road rage dad, parking lot panic play set, sold separately. Road rage dad, toll booth terror play set, sold separately.
After 16 hours of that, he's a $#@!ing wreck. Road rage dad, anger management play set, sold separately. It's a way to pass the time without listening to talk radio.
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