this post is for no real reason. sometimes, i just think about how much i love joey. and i wanna show the nation, my appreciation (in the words of lyrical genius, Shaggy).
he is the greatest. like, spend-so-much-time-studying-at-school-so-he-can-be-a-genius-and-then-come-home-and-help-me-clean-or-do-dishes-or-play-with-Olive, greatest. and he never complains. well, sometimes i think he might not like doing the dishes all that much...but i think that is more a result of being a human being who is not a dish doing robot. folks, that's a robot programmed to just do dishes--for those not familiar with robotics. but would a robot manufactured to do that one menial, yet truly tortuous task even like dishes? probably not, but these are the questions i have for the robot makers of Japan.
so babies of mine:
i hope and pray that you'll be good at literally everything you try just like your dad. but, it's a 50/50 crapshoot. and if (heaven forbid) you are more like this gal (sorry) and just mediocre at most things, i hope you at least have his work ethic and drive. because no one tries harder to be the best than Joey Owens. and no is better at it. so he is succeeding. he is a successful person, and it isn't just because he is so blessed with all the skillz (which he is). he also tries, too. which, your "mostly complacent with two sides of steamin' hot don't care" mother needs that balance. hard.
gracias, josé. gracias por todo, mi amor.
DWAAAAM.
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