No diggity
Started to empty the hot tub for the first time, so that was a fun evening in 98-degree heat index. Plus I didn't know that after the electrical was all set up, the "access panel" to get to the drain is as accessible as a submarine hatch is to a dolphin with an electric screwdriver. Though I thought my CSprings one had a sliding door, I'm now remembering it, too, was screwed shut, so there you go. Don't want dolphins coming by and siphoning my 104-degree water, I suppose.
I pulled the hose all the way down to the bottom of my yard, past the shed, to let it drain down the hill, only Ryan decided to play with it for twenty minutes. He was soaked by the end of it, but I still had a patio to clean from the recent mudslides that appeared due to heavy rains and poor craftsmanship, a deck to clean and organize now that we don't have a plastic playset taking up its entirety, a lawn to mow, and a kid to feed, bathe, and bed. Plus, he had a sandox he needed to go eat and show the neighbor his dirt goatee. Pressed for time and grubby my Dan self, Ryan and I went to McDonald's together for the first time. And I brought hamburgers home for the dogs, since they've had a rough time lately, what with the in-laws being out of town and not bringing them bones for three whole weeks.
Amazingly, though Ryan has figured out that the springs of his crib give him a pretty good bounce, I was able to settle him down and get him to sleep before quarter to nine, the third or fourth time this week he's fallen asleep in the latter half of the 8 o'clock hour. So it's good to get him in a pattern. Like when I come home from work, he almost always comes out to greet me, a big smile on his face...because he gets to grab my dirty tea travel mug and give it to mommy. Oh and yes hi daddy when prompted.
It was pointed out that I am a few levels up on the goofy scale from most people.
Most people don't encourage their spouses to sway from side to side in the car to the beat of the disco-metal track playing on the Dream Theater CD.
And it's reported that no one actually goes "diggidiggidiggidiggi" along with the sixteenth-note guitar line while scraping an imaginary pick back and forth across the steering wheel.
It's nice to be a eunuch.
Unique! Sorry!
I pulled the hose all the way down to the bottom of my yard, past the shed, to let it drain down the hill, only Ryan decided to play with it for twenty minutes. He was soaked by the end of it, but I still had a patio to clean from the recent mudslides that appeared due to heavy rains and poor craftsmanship, a deck to clean and organize now that we don't have a plastic playset taking up its entirety, a lawn to mow, and a kid to feed, bathe, and bed. Plus, he had a sandox he needed to go eat and show the neighbor his dirt goatee. Pressed for time and grubby my Dan self, Ryan and I went to McDonald's together for the first time. And I brought hamburgers home for the dogs, since they've had a rough time lately, what with the in-laws being out of town and not bringing them bones for three whole weeks.
Amazingly, though Ryan has figured out that the springs of his crib give him a pretty good bounce, I was able to settle him down and get him to sleep before quarter to nine, the third or fourth time this week he's fallen asleep in the latter half of the 8 o'clock hour. So it's good to get him in a pattern. Like when I come home from work, he almost always comes out to greet me, a big smile on his face...because he gets to grab my dirty tea travel mug and give it to mommy. Oh and yes hi daddy when prompted.
It was pointed out that I am a few levels up on the goofy scale from most people.
Most people don't encourage their spouses to sway from side to side in the car to the beat of the disco-metal track playing on the Dream Theater CD.
And it's reported that no one actually goes "diggidiggidiggidiggi" along with the sixteenth-note guitar line while scraping an imaginary pick back and forth across the steering wheel.
It's nice to be a eunuch.
Unique! Sorry!
posted by Dan at 1:09 AM
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