Sowwy I have been Weawwy Busy

Hi all, sorry for not posting in a while I have weawwy I mean really busy lately. I have been trying to count the corners in my living woom I mean room I get up to 3 then I can't wecaww I mean recall which ones I have counted so far and have to start over. My brother/husband got a new tattoo, its an arrow on his back pointing down with the words "insert penis" . It looks pretty cool hes weawwy I mean really proud of it. Well I gotta go the stupid kids are wowwing I mean rolling cars upside down across the floor they are so ugly when they do stupid stuff.

NO MORE ANIMALS!!!

All wight I mean all right. My brother/husband's friend ask if we could look after his sheep for a while. I said no at first but the sparkle in my husbands eyes made me change my mind. I weally I mean really don't like having animals around because my husband stops paying attention to me. Well the sheep has been here for a week and of course I am being ignored. So last night I get up and I find him making sweet love to the sheep. I was so mad, why can't he find time for me, the sheep, the goat, and the dog? So we awgued I mean argued this morning then we made up and had some sweet love until he started to say stuff like whimper like a dog and baa like a sheep. Which I did and I must say we had a gweat I mean great make up session.

How To Be Lazy(Part 2)

This is a picture of my bosses. As I said before I don't do cwap I mean CRAP at work, besides walk around looking busy and of course telling on everyone else. But they give me interns that do my job and this lets me walk around and talk a lot more. I mean cmon I am wtawded I mean retarded but my bosses do have their heads stuck too far in their asses to see me doing nothin all day then to give me people to do my job for me. So there you go just act retarded at work, do nothing, and the bosses will give you people to do your job for you, why? because they are afraid of being sued. So I get to walk around and talk about being a she-male or he-she or he-fe-trimale, and my stupid/ugly kids, and my goat loving husband, knowing they won't do anything to me but give me people to do my job. It's a weawwy I mean Really beautiful world.

New Development in DNA

Well I think the patewnity I mean paternity test wasn't right, as you can see by the photo of my son. The tree out in the front yard wetook I mean retook the test for me and it looks like the goat and the crabs are the fathers of my stupid kids. Well that takes a load out off my husband's mouth. He's so gay, with excitement about being able to show our kids at the Seneca County Fair next year. He's thinking they might even win. Now I just have to worry about keeping him away from the other farm animals.

My Husband's New Rock Band

Here's a picture of my brother/husband's new band. He's the one in the leather get up. That's one sweet moustache. I haven't been able to see them perform yet, they usually perform at some kind of gentlemen's club, and at the YMCA men's locker room. Yet they seem to really love each other's company when their at the house practicing, they are always running around naked and slapping each other's asses like they are some weird football team. I even walked in and saw one of them had pinned my brother/husband to the couch, well my brother/husband says thats what all wock I mean rock bands do to one another, they even include our goat in some of their get togethers. They all take turns wrestling the goat. Well I don't mind neither does the goat.