I had a great weekend with my son and I was going to write about it all week but work blew up. Things are getting busy and I have to travel the next couple in a row which makes the busy more concentrated. Not a bad thing just a constant for a while. The picture above is of my spare room with the Shark Tank bean bad mattress thing turned into a bed. I took a picture because the boy has been my only official guest and where he goes micro cyclones seem to follow. So imagine my shock after he and his girlfriend left and I came home to that. I almost left it but my inner Felix Unger won out.
If you’re too young to understand that odd name reference look it up. You want the TV character not the doctor as I found out when I made a similar reference this week and a youngster reported back with “I still don’t get it. What does your office have to do with a heart surgeon?” this is exactly why my dating age range is relatively narrow. I need someone who will understand all of my experiential references. If you’re too young to get my obscure television talk then it’s just not going to work.
Wow, that thing looks real awkward until someone tries to sit in it. Oh well, back to the weekend. I toured my son through the homeless walking route and before you think about reporting me for child endangerment he’s 21 and a sizable fella. We altered our walking route once his tiny girlfriend joined us because that would be like strolling through the lion exhibit dragging a freshly severed zebra leg. She got the architectural tour of the hood.
I probably used have mentioned that she was visiting friends the first two days so the boy and I got to see an actual movie in a theater and eat out a lot. We even watched that UFC event that I never would have done on my own. All in all a great weekend. This one however is chock full o work because I only have two office days to accomplish five worth of work. So here I cheat. I’m quickly typing this on a break and just saying that is giving me the guilts. Gots to go.