LAUNDRY.
That's right. In addition to selflessly consuming chocolate pudding, I give all I've got to the party scene. My social life can only adequately be described using words like "fantastic" and "awe-inspiring."
But for some people, laundry is not enough for a Saturday night in May. No, some people need more.
Like Iain, for instance. He required that his high-chair be moved into the den so he could watch a little TV.
"Dad? Dad? Dad? I thought this race was supposed to start at 6, Dad. Dad? Dad?"
"Oh, Hummus? I don't mind if I do."
And, after 45 seconds of great drama, "Wow. That horse came up fast. And that jockey's kinda...interesting."[please note awesome new bib.]
[Gotta go, more laundry to do.]
2 comments:
That sounds like a wild night! Frankly, it's little too crazy for me. My bride to be and I are already in our PJ's for the evening, and it's only 6:30 p.m. on this coast. In our defense, we did have a rousing lunch at Red Robin earlier today.
I put together a dresser.... and mopped the kitchen floor. Man, domesticity tames....
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