the one where i back danny's truck into a car, he floods the bathroom with shit, and both turn out to be good things
wherein i admit to danny that i was secretly and deeply worried that his sobriety would negatively affect our sex life, the night after mind blowing drunk sex
the one where i communicate with my kids exclusively via walkie talkie so they aren't near me
the one where my stepson calls his father a douche bag and it results in a punch in the arm
wherein i ask danny's alter-ego (drunk danny) what size boobies i should get and he says "BIG...i mean, you can always get them made smaller..."
the one where parenthood makes me cry EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
the one where i realize that i don't know how to make lasagna but it seems like a tremendous pain in the ass
the one where i suck it up
the one where i am so over cleaning up the same fucking messes every day
wherein i tell you that it's leap year and that i think that's stupid