So after rereading that last post, I kind felt like I came across like a major tool. You know, the kind of guy that brags about 'nailing' women and all the women he's hooked up with. It certainly wasn't my intention. Although I may very well have been a major tool back in the day, I have stepped up the ladder of evolution as I've gotten older.

Let me describe to you my evening after work tonight. I came home around 6:30. I'm greeted by my 4 year old daughter wanting me to make her 'macaronis', which means macaroni and cheese. I get that going, with her help of course, and also heat up the dinner the S.O. has started for the rest of us. She's at work. So as dinner is cooking, I start a load of laundry. I run upstairs and change into my manly flannel pj pants and a t-shirt. Then my kids and I sit down and eat. After cleaning up and all, I fold the laundry and help one of my other daughters with her history. Next, it's bath time for the 4 year old. As she sits in the tub, playing with her Dora, Dora, Dora the Explorer toys, I put away some clothes. Next, I rinse her off, get her out of the tub and sit down to comb out her hair. Done. She decides she wants to play the "bideo" game and I set it up for her. That leads us up to now. I sit here, typing to you peeps, while I listen to her say "AW Man!" and "This game stinks!"

The reason I bore you all with the trivial happenings of my evening is to show that, underneath the cowl of Dusio the pervert, Dusio the bitter and angry, Dusio the bitching, I'm just an average Bruce Wayne. No, not even a Bruce Wayne. He was a rich bachelor. I'm just an average dad. A cook, a nurse, a maid, a teacher, a playmate and someone terminally in love with my kids.

So forgive the earlier diatribe, my dark side comes out occasionally.