I am such a guy.

I like cars. I like to hunt. Hate to clean. And really hate stories about kids. Kids themselves don’t actually bug me too much. But I really hate people trying to tell stories about how cute their kids are. It’s even worse when you’ve got two competitive people standing around trying to have a cute-off.

But I have to be very blunt and honest about this. Ladies, I’m not interested in your stories about your kids. This, BTW, is a rant only directed at people who do this in real life. I fully believe you should all post about whatever you want in your journals. If I don’t like it, then I should unsub not try and tell you what to post. But I get this all the time at work. “Oh Johnny did the funniest thing last night,” is the beginning to five minutes of personal hell for me.

Sisyphus(sp?) had a rock and a hill. I’ve got moms and baby stories.

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