Not ready to be a parent - or play nice

This is something I'd thought I'd posted already... so please excuse the out-dated material... but the baby is not yet here, and thus mostly this is pertinent. Thanks, and Mozel Tov!

I'm pretty sure that what I just did will actually disqualify me from being a good parent - aren't we all happy that there's no way for idiots to actually be precluded from having kids. So I was at work and I sort of started daydreaming a little and as I was thinking about how much I like peanut butter or something (ooh - PBJ ### - that's Joe's license plate, I'll always remember that because it's two of my favorite things - peanut butter and Joe!), and I was snapped out of this by a little drop of water that rolled down my chin. "What! Am I DROOLING?" What the hell is wrong with me? I going to be responsible for cleaning up the drool on a new daughter, and yet I can't actually keep the saliva from from my own chin? Good luck America, here's what you've got coming: A young women who's parents were a volitle mix of stupid, impulsive father and overly organized (gorgeous) mother - great, that'll end up being a pretty girl ready to any dumb thing some peer group suggests, right after she plans it out. You're welcome.


So there's that - self doubt combined with a real lack of sleep due to the fact that for each of the last 3 nights because my adrenaline goes haywire once Amy gets ready for bed thinking that it's almost time to give birth, when really it's almost time for bed.

And then there' that fact (and this really is a FACT) - Adam Carolla has been fired from the radio station out in California because the damn execs at CBS radio think they can make more money with a Top 40 format (BOOO!). But if you love a good complaint (and you must if you're reading this), he'll have a podcast available starting Sun evening, here. To Adam, we say: "Mozzy, Mozzy. Good things."