i don't believe in signs.

This afternoon I was at the grocery store and the back of the man's t-shirt in front of me read, "Fuck them and their rules." My first thought was, "wow, I'm surprised that shirt has the correct 'their'," and my second thought was, "wow, why can't I find me a man like that?" One with long flowing greasy (wet?) hair and unafraid to just put it out there. The hair. The rebellion. Fuck the rules.

Then he turned around.

Hmmm...

He looked familiar.

Of course! It was a dude I totally had a crush on in high school.

I think it's a sign that I need to start believing in signs. And since I now believe in signs, this sign says I totally suck at picking men and for Henry's sake, I need to stay single for the rest of my life.

i have all these important things to write.

But then when I have a second to sit down at the computer I write emails and attempt to catch up on my rss feed and check Facebook and then I have to cut my nails and oh shit I forgot I put Henry's laundry in the dryer last night and he's going to need a bib for when he gets up from his nap and is hungry and oh double shit I have to pack his diaper bag because he has his 9-month well-baby visit with the doctor this morning and it sucks to show up at the doctor appointment without required baby supplies but how will I pack his diaper bag when he is sleeping in his room and where did I put that diaper bag anyway? Hmmmm.... of course, the trunk of the car.

Anyway, the other problem is I know nobody wants to read and just wants to enjoy photos of the boy. I think I have explained before that my photos of the boy are on an external hard drive and since my "office" is the kitchen table, I don't always have the external drive readily available.

Here's a photo anyway. I can't believe my son is 9-months old. This seems like yesterday and a lifetime ago all at the same time.