I'm going to be a pallbearer at my Granny's funeral tomorrow.
Trot has went poop in the toilet exactly 0 times since our "breakthrough" on Monday.
Ciera is practicing for a Catillion where, and I quote, "I danced with about 50 boys today".
And Rakes is becoming so obsessed with "Star Wars" I'm just waiting for the day he asks me to take him to a convention and I subsequently pass out.
Add to all this I've got OCD, the economy is in the toilet, and I sell furniture for a living and you've got what most shrinks would describe as the perfect storm for a mental breakdown.
Or I'm about to embark on a life of crime that would make John Dellinger look like a cream puff.
As a result of all this, I scrounged the interwebs tonight looking for an image that would take it all away and leave me feeling like it was 2004 all over again.
It didn't take me long to find it.
Long live the Dirt Dog.
This Week on My TV: January 24, 2015
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