God must hate me today.  First the rain, then my iPod bites the dust, and to top it off stinky-fat-retarded guy sits next to me on the bus.  Yep, God hates me.

THE BOY asked me last night why “pulling out big boogers makes you sneeze”.  I had no idea what to say to that.  So I told him to shut up and finish his coffee before he went to bed.