That's what the guy does in the maternity recovery room - becomes a combo roadie/personal assistant to bedridden mom and newborn spawn.
And of course grab some Zzzz's when you can. Which is what I should have been doing at about 11 pm last night when all was finally silent in room 576.
But no, thanks to fellow blogger Chris, I was laughing my ass off (quietly) for an hour or more, going through various entries on the very excellent blog Badass of the Week.
From historical figures, war heroes, astronauts and mythological creatures, the blog adds to the roster of 'badassedness' every week. This week's installment? The Kracken.
Behold a sample:
What's worse than having your ass chomped in half by two rows of serrated, dagger-sized shark teeth, you might ask? How about getting a singing molest-o-gram from a half-dozen gigantor rubbery tentacles that bludgeon your brain apart while simultaneously tearing your ship into jetsam, leaving you either dead, retarded, or stranded in the middle of the ocean with no hope of salvation? While that's pretty much one of the worst things ever, to the Kraken it's just the way he enjoys spending his lazy Sunday afternoons.
This is just the tip of the enormous, hilarious iceberg, and now part of the Isorski blogroll. Thanks, Chris!
3 comments:
Congrats on your new family member's safe arrival.
Thanks, Sean!
(I keep trying to comment so I apologize if this shows up ten times)
CONGRATULATIONS! There is nothing more wonderful in life than a baby!
Sounds like you are being a very attentive husband, as it should be at all times :)
But - you are also being such a guy, don't we get to know if it was a boy or a girl!?!?!
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