Who let the air out

Don't be fooled by the time you see below. I am writing this entry from the U.S. of A. It's seven o'clock in the f*%king A.M. here. I have been up for about an hour. I don't get up at 6 a.m. on Sundays mornings in my normal life. However, I'm up because the two rugrats were using the youngest and my airbed as a trampoline last night, and it has sprung at least one leak, probably more. Me and my youngest have experienced being 'born again' this morning. Trust me, folks, it was not a pleasant experience. Being drawn to the center and all wrapped up in bed linen in a smothering affect is not fun. Couldn't wait to get out of there.

It felt like I was in one gigantic vagina.

Scary.