Thursday, November 02, 2006

Last Words

Crazy Train (of thought)

Swallowing angry words before you say them is better than having to eat them afterwards.

My brother is coming to visit; it is his birthday Saturday. Jill and I are taking him to dinner to celebrate – sushi, baby!

Jill spared me the embarrassment and didn’t dress like Minnie Mouse for Halloween as she had threatened to do (she actually has the costume). So I went out onto the porch to join her for handing out candy, confident I would find a normal person waiting there for me. Well, only sort of. She had dressed Princess up like a lady bug. That stupid dog kept focusing her eyes on the antennas bobbing over her head, and she finally hypnotized herself. Jill thought she was dead. If only I could be so lucky.

When someone says “I regret my words were misinterpreted” they really mean it’s your fault for not understanding what was said. Not much of an apology, is it?

There’s a reason I go grocery shopping on Wednesday evening. That’s when they give out free samples in the wine department.

Jill calls me every day when she arrives to work to let me know she has gotten there safely. Some laugh at us and our assurances. Let them. I won’t be the one regretting the last words I said to my wife.

Marital Bliss

Jill had her hair done yesterday and she came home with that Kelly Preston – Rene Russo look that I like so much. Apparently the stylist knows I like it too, for as Jill was leaving she was told, “Now go home and play naughty teacher.” It was one of those occasions when I didn’t mind having to stay after school.

Book Report

Yesterday I saw this new review of Why a Daughter Needs a Dad on Amazon:

“Like the author, I'm a divorced dad of daughters so his introduction struck close to home. As if the words and pictures in this book weren't sappy enough, my daughters added a sentence or a paragraph next to a dozen or so of the author's text that resonated with them. I nearly cry every time I read it.”

So do I, and I wrote it.

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