Thanks to Sales Manager Bob, Ang and I had a gift certificate burning a hole in my pocket, and since Ciera had been invited to a birthday party for our next door neighbor Alexia, we called my Mom to see if Thing One and Thing Two could stay with her for a few hours.
Here you see Albino Boy and The Human Air Raid Siren cheering on the little kid who lives next door to my folks as he shoots baskets. Seriously, Trot is so fair skinned that if you breathe on him he looks like he just finished an expedition to the North Pole, while Rakes just gets louder and louder the older he gets. At this point, he could be living in WW2 era London, warning the citizenry there about the next bombing run from Germany. I'm actually thinking of investing in an ear plug company, just to offset the cost of visiting the Ear, Nose, and Throat Doc over the next 15 years.
So off to The Olive Garden we went; when I tell you this is my idea of fine eating, I'm not exaggerating in the least. I'm used to the local Mexican place, or if I want to get REALLY fancy, Cracker Barrell. Ang even got out a laugh when I ordered the pizza; what can I say? It was $10.50, a bargain in anybody's book.
I've got to admit it was really nice to sit down and eat a meal without uttering the phrase "Get back in your seat or I'm taking Star Wars away" or "Finish your dinner or you can forget about getting an Ice Pop for dessert". We actually got to talk about adult themed things and we didn't have to sweep the floor when we were done. Even though I wanted to.
Having the hooligans around all the time causes you to forget about the simple things in life. Like sitting down to eat dinner and actually being able to talk. Or being able to sit in a comfortable silence while you look at the woman you fell in love with 17 years ago. Or, God help me, laughing at the poor slob whose spending over $50 on a dinner he's spent the majority of the time trying to keep his kids from setting the table cloth on fire.
Take out, my man; take out.
Super Bowl tomorrow, and I say Patriots 42, Giants 17. Then it's just a week until pitchers and catchers report, 3 weeks until Spring Training games, and 6 weeks or so until Opening Day.
I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
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