Unexpected Buttcheeks?

Good evening/early morning/or whatever. I’m actually soaking in my bathtub right now. I walked at least 3 miles with a lot of incline today and I feel every centimeter in my ass, hammies, and footsies. I have a lovely glass of wine, because if we’re going basic, let’s just get basic baby.

I’ve been operating on a new system where I make myself do what I say I’m gonna do. So, if it’s writing, exercising, or listening to myself for something else, I’m working on being more trustworthy and generally cooler to me. Basic AF for me because I just don’t see how I’m gonna do anything without foundation and fundamentals.

I could go on about lots of things, I was feeling all good despite being sore, yay me, whatever. I could hear the kids laughing as I’m soaking, which is a lovely substitute for screaming at each other. And, they’re leaving me alone. Nobody is talking to me, everybody is letting me chill. How lovely.

Of course, if I’m trying to be cooler, maybe other things get cooler too. Maybe I’m setting a better example or I’m just less of an asshole, whatever. I let out this big contented sigh, took a sip, and then hear “Alexa, play buttcheeks, buttcheeks, buttcheeks.” And I’ll be damned if a song about buttcheeks did indeed start blaring. Today I learned, ya know? I ain’t even mad. It wasn’t good. I was genuinely hoping a total banger would come out, but that’s besides the point.

I just… I continue to be baffled what the fuck is with these kids and butts, man.

Buttcheeks, Buttcheeks, Buttcheeks by The Toilet Bowl Cleaners: https://open.spotify.com/track/1MYEX1IpCBpfU76U4jOjBk?si=XKkwbCHET7mPoJn2NYNg4w