Atomictumor

So this morning PigpenJuicebox announced, when I tossed a necktie at MastaG to get him out of bed, that he wanted to wear the necktie, and his “marrying” outfit.

So, he dressed up for school. Isn’t he dapper?

On the way to school, we were talking about the outfit:

Me: “If you’re not careful, you’re going to get a girlfriend dressed up like that”

Juicebox: “Yep.”

Me: “What would you do with a girlfriend?”

Juicebox: “Hmmm. We would get married.”

Me: chuckle

Juicebox: chuckle

By contrast, now, here’s MastaG:

Note the general “doesn’t want to get up on Monday morning” appearance. This is normality.

Whats with these people?
Honking on the interstate
Angry at everyone

Their eyes are hollow
White knuckles on steering wheel
Strange obligations

Are they so empty?
Are their lives miserable?
What would be the point?

Feel like I ought to reintroduce myself here, since it’s been so long since I’ve posted something. So, Hi. I’m Bos. I fuss at kids.

We went to the Oak Ridge Christmas parade this morning. These two kids came along about half way through the long, long parade and planted themselves right in front of us. I don’t know what beauty queen, tractor or politician was waving by but I got tired of them snarking up all the good candy and leaving the old busted up mints and sweet tart chalk pills for my two. It just wasn’t right. There was plenty of road for all of us since the horses hadn’t come along yet and pooped all over the road. It was fun driving along after the parade and hitting as many of the olive green piles as we could.

So I told the two grabbers to move on. They just looked at me and I told them again to get out of my kids way. They moved. Later I got the feeling that the folks fussing across the street were directing their angry mind powers at me. So I stared back at them. Merry Christmas I said to the folks throwing candy at us (some of them have good aim…)

I could have handled that better.

(While I’m making a conscious effort to avoid writing all this happy-sappy crap, because one day I’ll want to read this and I’ll be all like “you sappy jackass, hell with your budding marriage and happy life, I want you to write about topical boring things, like that Radiohead/Family Guy video”, I’m breaking my rule for this post.  And, really, whatever subsequent posts come up.  Cuz screw future me, thats why.  Cantankerous bastard.)

Despite me and the lady both being sick all week this week, this has been one of my best weeks ever.

My reasoning is, because all week its felt like a family.  A whole family.  Waking up, eating meals, watching TV, cleaning, going to bed, all that kinda stuff.

And thats really, really, really damn cool.

(there.  I’m done)