The Wife Was Right - Yet Again!
We have a small roller coaster that comes apart into five pieces. Five pieces of crap that I need to kick out of the way whenever I want to get the mower out of the garage.
Five sonouvabitchin pieces that are always stuck directly under my feet whenever I'm carrying materials to and fro.
Five m-fing pieces that never get picked up out of the driveway after a party and always get rained on and are always filthy.
Our conversation took place last summer:
Me: Can we get rid of the damn roller coaster yet? The kids are ready for friggen' college.
Her: Let's hang onto it. It's a symbol - when the roller coaster goes they are officially not kids anymore. It'll make me sad.
Me: I'm telling you - it's either me or the coaster.
Her: Do what you have to do - one more year on the coaster.
Fade to early this morning. John, Farrah and Rocco were over for fun. In fact, counting the neighbor kids there were eight children here. I took them all for a walk around the quiet block and they picked up rocks and sticks and whistled and beeped. I felt like Peter Pan leading my minions around - it got a tad ridiculous when I decided we all should skip.
Take my word for it - me skipping is not a pretty picture.
When we got back into the driveway, I found my salvation - yes five pieces of plastic with a little car.
I had a line of kids ready for the ride. I pushed Rocco and then Farrah, and then Rocco and Anthony (the neighbor kid) and then Farrah again.
Sonouvabitch!
She was right again!
Five sonouvabitchin pieces that are always stuck directly under my feet whenever I'm carrying materials to and fro.
Five m-fing pieces that never get picked up out of the driveway after a party and always get rained on and are always filthy.
Our conversation took place last summer:
Me: Can we get rid of the damn roller coaster yet? The kids are ready for friggen' college.
Her: Let's hang onto it. It's a symbol - when the roller coaster goes they are officially not kids anymore. It'll make me sad.
Me: I'm telling you - it's either me or the coaster.
Her: Do what you have to do - one more year on the coaster.
Fade to early this morning. John, Farrah and Rocco were over for fun. In fact, counting the neighbor kids there were eight children here. I took them all for a walk around the quiet block and they picked up rocks and sticks and whistled and beeped. I felt like Peter Pan leading my minions around - it got a tad ridiculous when I decided we all should skip.
Take my word for it - me skipping is not a pretty picture.
When we got back into the driveway, I found my salvation - yes five pieces of plastic with a little car.
I had a line of kids ready for the ride. I pushed Rocco and then Farrah, and then Rocco and Anthony (the neighbor kid) and then Farrah again.
Sonouvabitch!
She was right again!
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