...I tried to avoid it. Honest, I did.
After weeks of trying to finesse a way out of it, including begging screaming, crying and various forms of bribery and blackmail, I'm going to miss the Superbowl today. Instead I'm going to the... the... I can hardly bring myself to type it...
ice capades
And not the scantily clad, legs in the air twirlybird stuff either. Nope. Disney on Ice.
My friends, the ones that will speak to me, have taken to calling me Nancy.
I'm soo ashamed. I've had temporary suspensions of my Man Card in the past- various offenses include attending baby showers, crying at movies, offering to go clothes shopping with my wife and the like.
But I've always made up for it. Bar fights, owning Harleys, buying unnecessary power tools.
Apparently the combination of offenses today was too much.
So think of me today as you swill your lite beer, double dip your chips, cuss and scream, loudly and often.
I'll be watching men in large animal costumes acting out childrens stories. While leaping through the air. To syrupy music. And I'll probably cry.
Bob
Next weekend, I'm building a brick BBQ pit. A GAS BBQ pit. And I'm not going to follow any @#%$ instructions, either.
After weeks of trying to finesse a way out of it, including begging screaming, crying and various forms of bribery and blackmail, I'm going to miss the Superbowl today. Instead I'm going to the... the... I can hardly bring myself to type it...
ice capades
And not the scantily clad, legs in the air twirlybird stuff either. Nope. Disney on Ice.
My friends, the ones that will speak to me, have taken to calling me Nancy.
I'm soo ashamed. I've had temporary suspensions of my Man Card in the past- various offenses include attending baby showers, crying at movies, offering to go clothes shopping with my wife and the like.
But I've always made up for it. Bar fights, owning Harleys, buying unnecessary power tools.
Apparently the combination of offenses today was too much.
So think of me today as you swill your lite beer, double dip your chips, cuss and scream, loudly and often.
I'll be watching men in large animal costumes acting out childrens stories. While leaping through the air. To syrupy music. And I'll probably cry.
Bob
Next weekend, I'm building a brick BBQ pit. A GAS BBQ pit. And I'm not going to follow any @#%$ instructions, either.