No one to help Adam with manly chores;
No one to watch kids while I run to the store.
No bumpin' Bronco driving up the hill;
No Alex running up our electricity bill.
No one to laugh at with a morning hangover;
No Brett to eat all the dinner leftovers.
No more Monday tubes and barbeques;
No soothing buzz of home done tattoos.
No one to yell at Jackie's barking pets;
No Friday night dance party with Marky and Brett.
No guys outside smoking around that ridiculous hobo fire;
No one to help fix my broken clothes dryer.
No one to torment and scare the kids;
and then tell me you're just giving them the biz.....(ness) lol!
No more fights between you about choice of music;
Poopy diapers aren't funny any more with out making Brett sick.
No smell of Axe coming out from the shower;
No burning toast in the wee morning hours.
No one for Adam to teach his two tricks;
No one to advise us on our movie rental picks.
No one to talk with when Adam's at work and kids are in bed;
No annoying guitar song being played to get stuck in my head.
And though I can now use my cellar
We sure do miss our basement dwellers!
be careful, I'm sure there are other's out there who would love to come dwell in your basement. My basement is a revolving door. Kind of like a long term bed and breakfast. Of course I don't serve the breakfast, the pour it in a bowl or put it in the toaster themselves.
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