Freedom of speech? Not here



You probably noticed I removed the “Who’s my daddy?” blog. Due to a certain Aunt and Uncle freaking out and threatening me with disowning me (who cares?) and *gasp* revoking their conditional love. The only thing we had in common (my mom) is dead anyways. I like to vent here in the blog, they can’t understand that.  Let them pretend we are the Brady Bunch. I have ‘divorced’ the two relatives in question. I feel FREE. Doesn’t matter who the “real” daddy is, Chet raised me the best he could so that’s that. In my opinion, whereever you are presently is home. Whoever you are with presently that makes you happy is family. Blood relatives or not, if someone treats you badly, move on. Life’s too short. “Love the one you’re with”.

 A man calls home to his wife and says,
Honey I have been asked to go fishing up in
Canada with my boss & several of his friends.

We’ll be gone for a week. This is a good
opportunity for me to get that promotion I’ve
been wanting so could you please pack enough
clothes for a week and set out my rod and
tackle box?
We’re leaving from the office & I will swing
by the house to pick my things up.

Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pajamas too.

The wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy, but
being the good wife she does exactly what
her husband asked.

The following weekend he came home little tired

but otherwise looking good.

The wife welcomes him home and asks if he
caught many fish?

He says, Yes! Lots of Walleye, some Bluegill,
and a few Pike.

But why didn’t you pack my new
blue silk pajamas like I asked you to do?

The wife replies, “I did, they’re in your tackle box.”