Family Guy
Ever watch “The Family Guy”? I highly recommend it. It contains many life lessons. I’m a family guy as well. As I explained to a co-worker years ago as to why I was toiling in obscurity at the lower rungs of the corporate ladder, “I got three kids and a mortgage”.
The older son and I headed down to the DMV today and he skillfully passed the driver’s exam. I had a Ben Franklin at the ready in case it didn’t go so well. We got there a little early and went to the back of a 20 person line. Sonny Boy asked me why they didn’t open early. I hadn’t had my daily double cappuccino so I just grunted, “It’s a bureaucracy”. I think he understood. We were both quite nervous. After he headed out for the test, I paced around and realized the anticipation was almost like the day of his birth, except that this time I wasn’t hammered in the Haight. There will be a lot of upside to having a third driver in the house. My wife and I won’t have to get up at 4am anymore to get him to practice. We’ll just have to get up to yell at him when he forgets to set the alarm. The overall DMV experience itself was positive. After spending a couple hours there I’m not longer frightened by the grocery store zombies. Now I’m frightened by DMV zombies. The only problem I encountered so far with my son’s new status is that after he got his paperwork in order, he drove home without me. I made the most of it by going to a nearby KFC and having a little picnic by myself in the DMV parking lot.
It’s just the three guys at home for the time being. My wife and daughter headed out to a national basketball tournament in Tennessee. My wife came to hoops rather late in life but she has just blossomed. She has one hell of a jumper from within 20 feet. My daughter gets to play some too. She’s Miss Inside to my wife’s Mrs. Outside. I’m building a dynasty. But things don’t feel quite right with them gone. I asked my wife to send me a couple emails telling me what to do. There is a good chance, however, that she may be practicing some form of transcontinental mind control. I just cleaned out the kitchen pantry and I don’t know why.
On another topic, I received a question today from a reader, the curious one, regarding my last post. He asked if MOC had any special meaning. I explained to him that MOC has special meaning to me, since I’ve been pining for her since before the advent of the pet rock, but that to him and others, they are merely initials. He may have thought there was some cryptic message within, but I explained to him that I’m just not that smart. For that matter, neither are my readers.
The older son and I headed down to the DMV today and he skillfully passed the driver’s exam. I had a Ben Franklin at the ready in case it didn’t go so well. We got there a little early and went to the back of a 20 person line. Sonny Boy asked me why they didn’t open early. I hadn’t had my daily double cappuccino so I just grunted, “It’s a bureaucracy”. I think he understood. We were both quite nervous. After he headed out for the test, I paced around and realized the anticipation was almost like the day of his birth, except that this time I wasn’t hammered in the Haight. There will be a lot of upside to having a third driver in the house. My wife and I won’t have to get up at 4am anymore to get him to practice. We’ll just have to get up to yell at him when he forgets to set the alarm. The overall DMV experience itself was positive. After spending a couple hours there I’m not longer frightened by the grocery store zombies. Now I’m frightened by DMV zombies. The only problem I encountered so far with my son’s new status is that after he got his paperwork in order, he drove home without me. I made the most of it by going to a nearby KFC and having a little picnic by myself in the DMV parking lot.
It’s just the three guys at home for the time being. My wife and daughter headed out to a national basketball tournament in Tennessee. My wife came to hoops rather late in life but she has just blossomed. She has one hell of a jumper from within 20 feet. My daughter gets to play some too. She’s Miss Inside to my wife’s Mrs. Outside. I’m building a dynasty. But things don’t feel quite right with them gone. I asked my wife to send me a couple emails telling me what to do. There is a good chance, however, that she may be practicing some form of transcontinental mind control. I just cleaned out the kitchen pantry and I don’t know why.
On another topic, I received a question today from a reader, the curious one, regarding my last post. He asked if MOC had any special meaning. I explained to him that MOC has special meaning to me, since I’ve been pining for her since before the advent of the pet rock, but that to him and others, they are merely initials. He may have thought there was some cryptic message within, but I explained to him that I’m just not that smart. For that matter, neither are my readers.
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