Mean Ol' Cracker part deux

[Cracker]

No worries, my posts aren't that funny. I knew what you meant.

I said it more for Cracker. I think she might be a tiny bit bitchy today so I'd rather not hit her radar when I'm in such a nice frame of mind.

I didn't wake up bitchy.

Cracker's Secret: I used to work with kids. Loved it. I loved them and they loved me. I miss it sometimes.

I stopped working with kids about 10 years or so ago. Here's why: I learned the Great Truth. Everything that is wrong with kids can be traced back to their parents. Sometimes one parent, usually both. People are fucking selfish and can't get over themselves long enough to see what they are doing to their kids. It is in my heart to say something when I see it.

It makes people mad, but I don't fucking care. I am a kid person. I will call you out for harming kids every single time I see it. I know people hate that. I really don't care. They need to hear it.

I haven't had a charmed life, but I love my life now. It isn't perfect, but I am a generally happy person. I get tons of time off from work, decent benefits, and enough money by myself to take care of my smalls (grown or not grown, Cracker makes it better for all of them).

I walked through the fire for a few years and was probably a dumb bitch half the time. Then I saw the error of my ways and grew the fuck up. My friends all have similar stories and similar results, so I know it isn't just me.

Cracker hates dysfunction. Mock dysfunction is great fun, but real dysfunction during middle age is disturbing.

I woke up happy. I usually do.