It's been broughten.
My son made this list:
- Get dressed
- Brush teeth
- Go downstairs
- Eat breakfast
- Get in car
Cocktail Straw
My son is awesome.
This is Adam on his first official play date. Friday, I got a call on my cell phone and the little voice on the other end of the call said, “Is Adam there?” It was the first call like this I have ever taken.
I had to get my son to come to the phone — a far harder task than it sounds — and then witness a very disjointed exchange which was clearly taking place with a mother in the background on the other end. When it was all said and done, we had arranged a play date at a park.
Anyway, this changes everything. I have now become my son’s receptionist.
Today
Woke up to a little boy mop of hair in my nose at about 5:00 a.m. Dropped wrecked car off at insurance place. Got crazy red Impala to drive while for the next week or so. McGriddled. Headed to gym: cardio, push day, jacuzzi, sauna. Drove around Geist Reservoir. Lunch at BW3’s. Work on free wi-fi. Got call that car is $9,500 bad. Ordered a drink. Called mom to hear about their fancy vacation. Home to straighten-up for company. Work. Laundered gym clothes. Got a UPS package of tile samples. Tumbld it.
End.
