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I'll stay as I am thanks, and kudos to those who have infinitely more patience and other better qualities than me and the missus. It's a hard job, we applaud you.
I don't think of having kids as a hard job. It's a great crack!
The tricky bit is bringing them up to earn enough to keep me in my old age!
Actually, it means me and Mrs BGG can do what we want, when we want, how we want, without having rugrats to worry about (or pets for that matter).
Not that I don't have admiration for those that wish to subject themselves to such torture (sorry, I mean make the sacrifice and raise children), but something I read today made me stop and think.
Can't remember if it was on here on in the paper (and CBA to check), but basically someone was saying that, after a hard day at work, and all the stress of modern life and hassle, coming home to their wife who held their 2 year old at the window as they pulled in to the drive, and her (the 2 year old !) wiggling and waving as she saw Daddy, made him somehow feel complete.
And I thought to myself.
Am I missing out ?
And I realised no.
Because if I wanted something that loved me unconditionally, shat everywhere and cost me a fortune, I'd get a freaking dog.
At least you could feed it, lock it in the dog den, and then play WOW or go out with your missus and your mates.
Ah.....holidays..and kennels....more cost...feck it...scratch the dog.
I'll stay as I am thanks, and kudos to those who have infinitely more patience and other better qualities than me and the missus. It's a hard job, we applaud you.
Daughter phoned me up, "Is it OK to cycle into town?"
"Yes, of course," I replied, "what are you going for?"
"It's a secret."
"OK"...
A few hours later daughter phones me up again, this time crying...
"What's up?" I enquire.
"I bought you a chocolate chicken as a present, but then it kept saying it wanted me to eat it. Now I've eaten it, and I don't have it as a present for you any more."
They puke all over your expensive new wool carpet and gnaw your stereo too. You forgot those. Then they grow up and no matter how hard you try you can't get rid of them!
PS Whatever anyone tells you, there are no safe times of the month.
which means that you can live a life of celibacy and never have to worry about how you are going to lose your virginity
Actually, it means me and Mrs BGG can do what we want, when we want, how we want, without having rugrats to worry about (or pets for that matter).
Not that I don't have admiration for those that wish to subject themselves to such torture (sorry, I mean make the sacrifice and raise children), but something I read today made me stop and think.
Can't remember if it was on here on in the paper (and CBA to check), but basically someone was saying that, after a hard day at work, and all the stress of modern life and hassle, coming home to their wife who held their 2 year old at the window as they pulled in to the drive, and her (the 2 year old !) wiggling and waving as she saw Daddy, made him somehow feel complete.
And I thought to myself.
Am I missing out ?
And I realised no.
Because if I wanted something that loved me unconditionally, shat everywhere and cost me a fortune, I'd get a freaking dog.
At least you could feed it, lock it in the dog den, and then play WOW or go out with your missus and your mates.
Ah.....holidays..and kennels....more cost...feck it...scratch the dog.
I'll stay as I am thanks, and kudos to those who have infinitely more patience and other better qualities than me and the missus. It's a hard job, we applaud you.
Daughter phoned me up, "Is it OK to cycle into town?"
"Yes, of course," I replied, "what are you going for?"
"It's a secret."
"OK"...
A few hours later daughter phones me up again, this time crying...
"What's up?" I enquire.
"I bought you a chocolate chicken as a present, but then it kept saying it wanted me to eat it. Now I've eaten it, and I don't have it as a present for you any more."
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