Functionally ReTodded

The first thing I’ll tell you is that my weekend was better than my Thursday night / Friday morning.  Then again, any day you don’t get vomited on at 2am is better than one where you do.

Friday I was EX-HAUSTED.  All.  Day.  Long.  It was hideous.  Luckily, Five Guys was there for me at lunch and made me at least able to survive the remainder of the day.

We had a sleepover that ended within an hour and turned into a sleepover at my neighbor’s house, which is a pretty nice trade off.

2doh and 3doh both have some sort of snot creating alien inside their heads, and unfortunately 2doh isn’t handling it as well as her younger brother.  How about that?  I typed about vomit and snot in the same post.  You’d think that’d be a good name for a punk band, but you’d be wrong.

Saturday was a day of Ryder Cup watching and 1 on 1 time with the boy as his mother and sisters went to our town’s big fall celebration complete with expensive two minute runs thru moonwalks, expensive ice cream, pizza, snacks and face painting.  And a wicked sunburn on the old lady.  They left for a couple hours and were gone nearly seven, which got me thru two naps for the boy and a bunch of college football and Ryder Cup viewing.

Saturday evening was to be spent watching Auburn v. LSU, and as I’d said leading up to it, we had zero chance of winning.  Then we played well, led, lost the lead, led and finally, after terrible clock management and a punter who’d apparently had his hamstring cut by Carl Spackler, we gave up the lead for the last time with a little over a minute to go.  Thank God beer can erase bad things from the brain.

Sunday saw me a little groggy and looking for reasons NOT to mow the lawn.  Don’t worry.  My wife thought of enough of them.  God I love her.

We had a Shrinky Dink party for a bunch of the neighborhood kids which interrupted my viewing of the race, football, the Ryder Cup, etc.  I mean, what the hell does my wife think she’s doing scheduling shit without consulting the tv listings.

Sheesh.