I love irony.

Irony would make my blog more interesting to readers. Like wouldn’t it be ironic if a young beautiful woman needed to have wild sex with me on a daily bases. I could blog the explicit details of the affair with my ironic love-monkey. Did anyone out there think “a picture is worth a thousand words?”. Okay, with a few photos, but only to help connect with the readers of course. Ahhh!!!!

…ive got nothing…

I hate reality.

My reality is of no interest to blog readers. My irony borders on stupidity. Waving at a blind guy. That’s my irony. Or when I picked up Danielle for the weekend of bowling, bowling, bowling… she was telling me how she went to the Chip Wagon and they didn’t sell chips. After the weekend, I took Danielle back to our designated official kid transfer location, and made sure to bring along a camera to get a photo of the infamous Chip Wagon. I was so disappointed because it didn’t have the words “Chip Wagon” as a sign. Is the irony, that the chip wagon didn’t sell chips, or no "Chip Wagon" sign?? It’s all so convoluted that it doesn’t really matter. Now that is my reality!! Come to think of it, this whole think is really Danielle’s irony. Now can you see my convoluted ironic reality? Anyway, as far as I was concerned it wasn’t blog worthy, so I didn’t post it.

But wait… just now I posted it! Soooooo, does that make it blog worthy, or not?

I’m a little freaked out here!!!

Last week Sam and I went to drive a bucket of balls. I should start the story by saying Sam and I purchased (and when I say purchased, I mean Sam’s good for half the $45) one of those discount coupon books. Neither of us can be described as a “coupon using guy” but if we only use the golf coupons we can more than get our money (and when I say “our” money, I mean… I know Sam’s good for the other half) back. We finished hitting our 2 for 1 large bucket of discount balls and went to Mickey D’s for a discount diner. The deal was I would pay for the single large bucket of balls (here we go again… even though I know it probably just slipped Sam’s mind… and he wouldn’t stiff his Uncle Michael for $22.50) and Sam would treat on a 2 for 1 MacDonald’s meal. As these two “coupon using guys” are entering, Sam pulls out a $100 bill and says, do you think they will cash this? The only thing I had in my wallet was a $50 bill.

How ironic is that?