Musings

I am no longer allowed to use the term “250 pounds of pre-chewed bubble gum” to describe another human being.
Boo’s cross-country coach said that when they run as a group, he will be calling cadences. I tried to think of any running cadences I could call around children, and came up empty-handed.
- Seriously, I spent 15 minutes thinking about this. “Don’t let your dingle… Nope, not that one either.”
There are days when I can’t believe they pay me to do my job. There are also days when I shrug and think about the paycheck.
As I’m writing this, I’m watching Boo dance with a polymer gladius to a battle song from a movie. Life is good.
I started the day with a cup of good coffee and a couple of pieces of baklava made by old Greek Orthodox women. Life is good.
I took Boo out for Greek food at lunch. He wasn’t too sure about the whole idea, but tucked right in when I told him that it was warrior food and that the chicken was actually velociraptor.
It isn’t a wedding in Kentucky until somebody breaks out the cornhole boards.
Little boys are creatures that can be absolutely fascinated by the antics of tadpoles in a pond, then disappointed that the rocks they threw in did not crush a few of them.
At this point in the electoral process, I’m thinking of voting for “Extinction Level Event” in 2016.

by daddybear71 on August 22, 2015 • Permalink

Posted by daddybear71 on August 22, 2015

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