The Ka-Tet Cantina 3
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We took the kiddo back on Saturday too CAT. My wife cried like it was his first day of kindergarten. He called home that night and somehow we left his toiletries bag in the trunk.......LOL. Course, I got blamed for it........
I feel sorry for your wife. I know how she feels, that emptiness you feel when you drop them off
is horrible. Remember when we dropped our oldest off at College, cried all the way home (5 hour drive)
because I hadn't shown her how to put the trash bags in the garbage can. Stupid, I know. My (ex)
husband was in hysterics and my youngest patted my shoulder and said not to worry she could handle it.
You're a good Mom, Alexandra. How many Kleenex you go through on a five hour drive?
You're a good Mom, Alexandra. How many Kleenex you go through on a five hour drive?
A lot. And a flask I had in my purse....
Don't come over to my place for collard greens......I don't like them!
.....but Y'all are welcome to come on over and set a spell.......just call first!
Call me before y'all come over. If you don't, I'll be hiding in the basement......I don't like unexpected visitors.
Collard greens are delicious . Jersey is a bit far, last I checked. Do you steep them in vinegar? I prefer beet greens, picked beets, golden beets with butter, any basic beet!
I was so shy growing up, I used to hide when my parents had people over. Had a little nest under my bed. Now my wife makes me stay out of sight when she has a friend over. Fortunately, I've hoarded much food and beer into my "closet."
My wife won't let me hide when she has friends over, no matter how hard I try. She needs a man servant for such occasions. I think girl-talk is some wicked form of torture they practice.
My wife won't let me hide when she has friends over, no matter how hard I try. She needs a man servant for such occasions. I think girl-talk is some wicked form of torture they practice.
I wouldn't mind waiting on them. Always nice to get my loincloth out of the closet.
You Tarzan, me disdain.
I'm not sure when it started for me, but I get some pretty bad anxiety if someone knocks on the door unexpectedly. I have really been known to go hide until they leave.
A conversation with my 12-year old son this last Saturday: Do boys ever grow out of this phase???
"Dad, can we buy me a pair of basketball shoes? I spent the first week of basketball practice sliding around the court in socks because the coach won't let us use street shoes on the court."
Me (Very confused because I bought him a brand new pair of Nike Air Something or other two weeks before school started): "You waited a whole week to tell me about that?? Wait a minute, we bought you a brand new pair of basketball shoes before school started didn't we?"
"No, all I have is my street shoes, the new ones we bought for school."
"Don't you remember that Saturday a couple of weeks ago where you tried on about 10 different pairs of basketball shoes before you found the pair you liked?"
"Was that earlier this summer?"
"Yeah, I guess, I mean it was two weeks ago I think."
(Walking into his room)....."Daniel, do you see the big red NIKE box RIGHT NEXT to your dresser with the lid on it that says NIKE and BASKETBALL on the side?"
"............Those are my basketball shoes??? Oh, ok. I get it now, the Nike box still has my basketball shoes in it. I thought that box was from my street shoes."
"You're wearing your street shoes."
"He's starting to crack up at this point.....ok, ok, I got it now. I thought that box was empty."
"Did you open the box at all?"
"Nah, I didn't think about doing that."
"..........speechless at this point."
"I really thought that box was from my street shoes. Aren't my street shoes Nike also?"
"No, they're Adidas. Do you see the logo down both sides of both shoes, "ADIDAS"?
(Now he's really cracking up) "Wow, I guess I forgot which was which. I should probably take the Nikes to the gym with me today for practice."
".....Huh? It's Saturday, what do you mean practice?"
"Oh crap. Did I forget to tell you? Our coach scheduled a practice today at 2pm." (It's about 2pm when he tells me all this)
"When did he tell you about the Saturday practice?"
"The first day of school last Monday."
"JESUS JUMPED UP ONTO A BULLFROG DANIEL! Grab your shoes and gym clothes, let's get going Braniac."
This kid is going to be the death of me....lol
"Dad, can we buy me a pair of basketball shoes? I spent the first week of basketball practice sliding around the court in socks because the coach won't let us use street shoes on the court."
Me (Very confused because I bought him a brand new pair of Nike Air Something or other two weeks before school started): "You waited a whole week to tell me about that?? Wait a minute, we bought you a brand new pair of basketball shoes before school started didn't we?"
"No, all I have is my street shoes, the new ones we bought for school."
"Don't you remember that Saturday a couple of weeks ago where you tried on about 10 different pairs of basketball shoes before you found the pair you liked?"
"Was that earlier this summer?"
"Yeah, I guess, I mean it was two weeks ago I think."
(Walking into his room)....."Daniel, do you see the big red NIKE box RIGHT NEXT to your dresser with the lid on it that says NIKE and BASKETBALL on the side?"
"............Those are my basketball shoes??? Oh, ok. I get it now, the Nike box still has my basketball shoes in it. I thought that box was from my street shoes."
"You're wearing your street shoes."
"He's starting to crack up at this point.....ok, ok, I got it now. I thought that box was empty."
"Did you open the box at all?"
"Nah, I didn't think about doing that."
"..........speechless at this point."
"I really thought that box was from my street shoes. Aren't my street shoes Nike also?"
"No, they're Adidas. Do you see the logo down both sides of both shoes, "ADIDAS"?
(Now he's really cracking up) "Wow, I guess I forgot which was which. I should probably take the Nikes to the gym with me today for practice."
".....Huh? It's Saturday, what do you mean practice?"
"Oh crap. Did I forget to tell you? Our coach scheduled a practice today at 2pm." (It's about 2pm when he tells me all this)
"When did he tell you about the Saturday practice?"
"The first day of school last Monday."
"JESUS JUMPED UP ONTO A BULLFROG DANIEL! Grab your shoes and gym clothes, let's get going Braniac."
This kid is going to be the death of me....lol
Knock, Knock, Knock... Sunny
Knock, Knock, Knock... Sunny
Knock, Knock, Knock... Sunny
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Oh, I'd have been hiding under the bed if that had happened......
Knock, Knock, Knock... Sunny
Knock, Knock, Knock... Sunny
Knock, Knock, Knock... Sunny
...you seem rather certain of this....
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