Sarcastic, pessimistic assholes.

That's what we're dealing with here. WE met some enlightened folks last night at the local climbing gym. Four kids all under 4 years of age, including a 2 month old. The mom was happy as a clam. (I won't mention her gargantuan ta-ta's).

We were like, wtf? How can you be this effing happy without sleep for like 4-5 years? We were discussing this to ourselves and thought that perhaps their Christian faith may have something to do with the positive outlook. I suggested that they may just be dumb, and recounted people that I've known, worked with or met that were a mere few brain cells, one additional synapse ahead of the brain dead, that seemed to be so happy go lucky. I also suggested that people like us, not necessarily mensa, but intelligent creatures nonetheless, get irratated and sarcasm prevails when we must interact with these folks.

Suki suggested we find Jesus, I proclaimed that we are in search of a Deity to set us on the right path.

Not to be construed that we are not thankful for what we do have, we just bitch a bit too much.

We often find ourselves realizing that our outlook is less than optimistic, but that may be a by-product of no sleep, no exercise and shitty diets.

Well, sleep is increasing, we've been hitting the gym on a semi-regular schedule and as soon as the Prof weans, we should see a marked increase in positivity.

Until then, praise allah and go fuck yourself.