Thursday, May 22, 2014

Under the Hill

When you turn forty, you start to care less about some things. Gray hair, who cares? Another wrinkle, bring it on. I drew the line, though, when my wife transformed herself into Chewbacca.

In her defense, we had been celebrating into my birthday. Also, her jackpot gift to me shortly after midnight was a new Canon EOS 700D, so I thought it would be a nice token of my appreciation to have her featured in the first picture taken.  You can thank me tomorrow.

Tomorrow started in darkness, as I was awoken by three members of our family who were more thrilled than I was. It's a well-known fact that Angie is never happy in the A.M., so I'm sure that you can narrow down the three suspects. If not, you're a moron.

Peter went first, with his birthday card that was adorned with key chains.

I noticed that Peter had used the Eiffel Tower key chains for his card. These are the same trinkets that I had complained to Angie about on our last trip to Paris.

'We don't need this crap! They are never going to use them!'

Thank you, Peter, for proving me wrong. And thanks for the kick-ass birthday card!

No birthday is complete without a monster-on-a-stick, so I was getting a bit nervous until the boys whipped out their trio pack. 

I had to go into work, so I was fully prepared for the next eight hours to suck. When you turn forty, though, you start to care less about some things. Another ad-hoc report, who cares? Back-to-back conference calls wíth multiple time zones, bring it on. I drew the line, though, when I came home to find that my youngest had transformed himself into Tom Selleck.

Ladder Talk:  [The boys demanded that I do Ladder Talk tonight]
1) What was the best part of your day?
Papa: I'm gonna go with the monsters-on-a-stick; no respectable household is complete without them.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Papa: When you guys collectively and gleefully ignored my command to 'snooze' this morning.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Papa: Turn back time.

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