Eyjafjallajokull
A week ago we'd never heard of it. Now we hate it. What was supposed to be the start of a great adventure to far off lands, quickly became a nightmare of unprecendented proportions.
Stupid volcano.
Sarah and I should be in London right now, drinking beer, seeing bands, living the life of leisure. Starting our excellent adventure. Instead, we're still in Auckland. Grounded. I was never grounded as a teenager, but now as an adult... grounded.
By a volcano.
I think as a parent, Eyjafjallajokull is doing a bad job. For a start she's (I presume she's a she, cause she's a bitch) smoking right in front of us. A lot. Everyone knows chain smoking for days on end is bad. Especially in front of the kids. She also has a bad temper, spewing obscenities out. And she's fat. She's an angry, fat, chain smoking bitch. Yup, she sure is a mother alright.
So when will we get off this island and start our excellent adventure? May 1st. That's if the bitch lets us leave.
