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I've been busy...doing stuff. You know, like turning my backyard into a pub and trouncing my husband at darts. And experimenting in what types a foods a chicken will eat. (Blueberries? Yes. Hamburger bun? No. Though lately they seem most interested when I'm eating chicken... freaky little cannibals.)
This weekend we had a Father's Day for the Delinquent party to which we invited the childless, those too lazy to visit their fathers, those who's fathers are with the heavenly father, and those whose fathers are too appaling to deserve a Father's Day. Most of our guests, like ourselves, fell primarily into the "too lazy" category. I did manage to send my father a card, however. ("DC," my mom said in a voicemail, "I wasn't at all upset that you didn't send me a Mother's Day card," she lied unconvincingly, "But I think your father would really appreciate a card for Father's Day.") My father is generally a great guy and in fact was a major help in the backyard pub project, drilling brazenly into the neighbor's cinderblock fence to hang the dartboard, but somehow I have a hard time imagining that a guy who would take his wife to the hallmark store to show her the cards he could buy her - instead of actually buying one for her - would invest a lot of emotional energy into whether or not his daughter sent a Father's Day card.
In other news, the family that my sister and I have worked for ages (as nannies) took advantage of the great state of California's recent decision and got married yesterday. Their kids were adorably excited, but it was unclear if it was because of the wedding or the fact that after the wedding, they got to drink soda.
Today friends from graduate school get into town for another wedding this weekend (of my friend and the occasional commenter, "Mo") so I'm off to clean the house and make sure the chickens don't take the Vespa for another joy-ride.
Yes, it's a fabulously exciting life, I know.
This weekend we had a Father's Day for the Delinquent party to which we invited the childless, those too lazy to visit their fathers, those who's fathers are with the heavenly father, and those whose fathers are too appaling to deserve a Father's Day. Most of our guests, like ourselves, fell primarily into the "too lazy" category. I did manage to send my father a card, however. ("DC," my mom said in a voicemail, "I wasn't at all upset that you didn't send me a Mother's Day card," she lied unconvincingly, "But I think your father would really appreciate a card for Father's Day.") My father is generally a great guy and in fact was a major help in the backyard pub project, drilling brazenly into the neighbor's cinderblock fence to hang the dartboard, but somehow I have a hard time imagining that a guy who would take his wife to the hallmark store to show her the cards he could buy her - instead of actually buying one for her - would invest a lot of emotional energy into whether or not his daughter sent a Father's Day card.
In other news, the family that my sister and I have worked for ages (as nannies) took advantage of the great state of California's recent decision and got married yesterday. Their kids were adorably excited, but it was unclear if it was because of the wedding or the fact that after the wedding, they got to drink soda.
Today friends from graduate school get into town for another wedding this weekend (of my friend and the occasional commenter, "Mo") so I'm off to clean the house and make sure the chickens don't take the Vespa for another joy-ride.
Yes, it's a fabulously exciting life, I know.
So happy to see a post from you! Love the chicken cannibal comment and the pic of them on the Vespa. LOL. Pax max...
Posted by: Meredith Gould | June 18, 2008 at 01:41 PM
Maybe someday you will have kids. Let them know that you don't care about Mom and Dad's day. Then they won't have to carry on this archaic, Hallmark created, holiday.
Posted by: sue | June 21, 2008 at 12:44 PM