I was hyped...

So Headbanger didn't have any diapers today. So I had to go buy him some. I guess his foster mom didn't see the note I sent home.

On the way to the store, I saw this mini-van with an old man driving it in front of me catty-corner to the right. It had this awesome statement on it:


I loved it of course, state-employed hippy that I am (Tone, textbook hippy man...).

I was bouncing around in my car. Smiling, laughing, cussing about warmongers and conservatives. Just having a real good go of it.

Oh yeah, I was hyped up!

Then the diapers were too small...

And he pooped a quarter-sized dollop in his pants before I could get back...

But that bumper sticker was the cat's meow. That's all I'm saying.