Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Happy Freakin' Father's Day!
Yesterday, theHost, MarkyMark, and myself got into an email war on who had the worst weekend.
Honestly, it was not a contest. I offer in evidence:
1.) A 8 and one half month pregnant wife with a bear of a cold.
2.) A four year old with boundless energy and no activities.
3.) A 3 plus hour dance recital marathon for the four year old.
4.) Time with the in-laws: about 96 hours.
5.) I cooked dinner on Father's day. Burgers grilled while the sun burned the lawn and me at 195 degrees. I was in "rare" form. Get it. Did I mention that in-laws, Mrs. Friendly, and Junior were all enjoying the air conditioning while I suffered? No. Consider it mentioned.
6.) I was beer free. Just. too. many. places. to. drive.
What, you might be asking, did my compatriots come up with:
theHost: Adirondack fine dining AKA a picnic.
MarkyMark: Heinekens while cooling in the pool.
Fuggers. I hate them both.
However, trooper that she is, Mrs. Friendly did manage to make quite a few purchases for her man in honor of the holiest of holies (ahem, Father's Day). For my troubles I received:
1.) Double Wood Scotch
2.) a cheap DVD: Slap Shot 7 or 8 bucks at WalMart, god bless 'em.
3.) A coffee thermos. woohoo, I will be saving $2 a day. Really, I am excited.
Followed by yesterday's
3.) Meatloaf with mashed taters, carrots, and Buttered Haricots Verts (green beans genius)
4.) A lovely cake from my favorite baker Mr. Tom Carvel.
5.) No more dance classes, recitals, costumes, little dancers, big dancers for about 2 and a half months.
Aaaaaaahhhhhhh. Now I can relax.
Whoops. Wait a minute. Lil' squirt will be here next week.
Ah, shat. See you all in 2024. At which point one of two will occur.
1.) I drop dead of a grabber.
2.) Lil' squirt will finish high school.
I hope he hates dance. ¶ 7:26 AM
Honestly, it was not a contest. I offer in evidence:
1.) A 8 and one half month pregnant wife with a bear of a cold.
2.) A four year old with boundless energy and no activities.
3.) A 3 plus hour dance recital marathon for the four year old.
4.) Time with the in-laws: about 96 hours.
5.) I cooked dinner on Father's day. Burgers grilled while the sun burned the lawn and me at 195 degrees. I was in "rare" form. Get it. Did I mention that in-laws, Mrs. Friendly, and Junior were all enjoying the air conditioning while I suffered? No. Consider it mentioned.
6.) I was beer free. Just. too. many. places. to. drive.
What, you might be asking, did my compatriots come up with:
theHost: Adirondack fine dining AKA a picnic.
MarkyMark: Heinekens while cooling in the pool.
Fuggers. I hate them both.
However, trooper that she is, Mrs. Friendly did manage to make quite a few purchases for her man in honor of the holiest of holies (ahem, Father's Day). For my troubles I received:
1.) Double Wood Scotch
2.) a cheap DVD: Slap Shot 7 or 8 bucks at WalMart, god bless 'em.
3.) A coffee thermos. woohoo, I will be saving $2 a day. Really, I am excited.
Followed by yesterday's
3.) Meatloaf with mashed taters, carrots, and Buttered Haricots Verts (green beans genius)
4.) A lovely cake from my favorite baker Mr. Tom Carvel.
5.) No more dance classes, recitals, costumes, little dancers, big dancers for about 2 and a half months.
Aaaaaaahhhhhhh. Now I can relax.
Whoops. Wait a minute. Lil' squirt will be here next week.
Ah, shat. See you all in 2024. At which point one of two will occur.
1.) I drop dead of a grabber.
2.) Lil' squirt will finish high school.
I hope he hates dance. ¶ 7:26 AM
