As I danced 'tard like into my son's room this morning he said to me, "I don't like you."
"Why don't you like me?" says I.
"You're embarrassing. You're always embarrassing us."
Well I'll be honest with you Internet, I was hurt. To have one's son say "I don't like you," is essentially a kinder way of saying I hate you.
This got me thinking about myself, who I am and what I might do differently. And with 2008 coming to a close less than 12 hours from now, I hereby resolve that in 2009 I will work harder at becoming the biggest jackass ever.
It's gonna be a great year.