I came home from the whirlwind that was my day to the whirlwind that is my life. In no particular order:
- PK needed a diaper and also apparently needed to pee in his right ear. It didn’t bother him so I may try it later.
- 2doh said that she wanted "to rewax on her soofa" and "me watch dooa boots" and "me watch go dego go." Lather rinse repeat, interspersed with tears. I think 102 fever + two year old equals wicked hallucinations.
- 1doh talking about how a fish bowl can stink while we ate dinner. Tilapia in case you were wondering.
- My dad came over to help finish finish our taxes and enjoy a scotch. He gave blood today so I really wanted the taxes done before the firewater hit his brain.
And that’s really only thru dinner!
Taxes done, GA529 applications filled out for the two latest dohs, and three kids fed, in bed (not bathed, but two out of three ain’t bad), and it was time for a little computing and some television.
Then the wife says "Hey, do you mind if I go to Robin’s house?"
Dammit. I must have looked like Joey doing "smell the fart" acting, and then it hit me. It’s Monday. That means the neighborhood wimminfolk change into their jammies and wander down the street for margaritas and a group viewing of "The Bachelor." Fine with me babe. I can look at boobies and watch sports. Or look at sports and watch boobies. Either is fine.
So I’m browsing the information superweb and in my tv flipping, I take my usual lap thru the up-channel mtv’s and vh1’s and I find Led Zeppelin Live. I watch for about 30 seconds and a thought jumps out at me:
Who the fuck walked around EVER dressed in pants like these?
Seriously. If I were walking down the street today and saw a dood sporting those and showing off how he was smuggling a whales vulva, I’d probably cross the street, but that’s just me. I’m a prude that way.
By the way, I’m sorry about whatever accident took Robert’s right nut. Luckily what’s left of his moose knuckle must have carried him thru okay.
What say you?