Sophie and I met Tieraney and a coworker for lunch (Sam was at day care, because I can't get anything done with the two kids are together). While at home, Sophie and I watch a few episodes of "Bean." She loves Mr. Bean, and that's okay by me, because I'll certainly take that over Barbie Three Musketeers or whatever the hell girls her age normally watch. Mr. Bean is funny, after all.
I also picked up New Super Mario Brothers Wii for me and Tieraney to play on New Year's Eve. It's become a tradition for our agoraphobic lives. We put the kids to bed and eat quality cheese and drink the liquor while playing video games until midnight. The game in the past has been Mario Party. This year, I've decided on a new Mario game.
There may come a time again where we will dump our kids with someone and go to a party, but two things will have to happen first:
1. Someone must be willing to spend New Year's Eve watching our kids.
2. Someone must be willing to invite us to a party.
Until that time, ringing in the new year with video games, my wife and cheese is about as perfect as New Year's can be.
I take knee (without incident this time).
My ball. 2nd and 12 on my own 32.

And so it ends. I had one last car repair bill - my 3rd of the month - a new battery - which is just Life deciding to fake taking a knee just to run a QB draw down to my five.
ReplyDeleteBut then, mercy. A fine New Years. Life takes a knee and I get in a little shot at its QB just so it knows I'll be back next year.
I lose 17-0. Money, death, anxiety, and long work hours all line up to beat me in '09.