Is It Wrong?

Is it wrong that I only want to hang out in my bathroom?

Is it wrong that I unpacked all of my things and didn’t touch one thing that belongs to my old man?

Is it wrong that I resent my old man for working at a job outside of the house, which leaves me all the grunt work?

Is it wrong that I let my kids eat candy for breakfast today?

Is it wrong that I think the cats not getting along, more like fighting and flinging their little bodies all over the place, is one of the funniest things ever?

Is it wrong that I have 1800 square feet of brand spanky new house and all I still can think of is the bathroom? (When I locate my camera, I will post pictures.)

Is it wrong that I am blogging when I have an old house that needs to be cleaned 30 miles away?

Is it wrong that I know my bastard landlord probably won’t give me back my security deposit, therefore, I’d like to crap on the kitchen counter?

Is it wrong that I ate candy that I stole out of my kids' trick-or-treating bags for breakfast?

Is it wrong that I stop blogging right now to go get everything done that needs doing?