So I’m a hypocrite and a liar.
I said I wouldn’t / don’t / won’t hang out with your husband, right?
Well, mea culpa.
K was out of town for the weekend, so what did I do?
I went and got all WILD with some husbands.
I ran into my friend Michele's husband and their children at the park.
Aaron had given Michele the afternoon off and was at the playground with another Dad and his kids.
[Count with me now... one, two. Two dads.]
When I overheard Aaron ask the other Dad if he wanted to mojametize to a local Mexican restaurant for dinner, do you know what I said?
“May I join you?”
“Would you mind if I tagged along?”
Aaron looked at me oddly.
“What? What is it?” he said.He thought I said his son's name and scanned the playground for him.
“I'll go to the restaurant,” I repeated.
“Oh! Okay!” he said, trying to hide his surprise.
It was Sunday night, K's plane was delayed, I'd been on my own with the short and loud people for days...
What choice did I have but to muscle my way in to their Man-Date?
Poor Dads, really...
I mean re-fried beans and The Mighty Wind?
Not so good together.
[And poor me too because Oh, The EFFING POINTS!!]
As a side note – on the recommendation of commenters I did rent and watch the movie Little Children.
I think much of it was lost on me because I fixated on Jackie Earle Haley, the actor who played the guy with the psycho-s*xual disorder.
I kept thinking about his peformance as the older, tough kid in the original, 1976 Bad News Bears movie.
While Kate Winslet and her stay at home dad friend were going porno in her attic I was remembering an elementary school crush I had on the Bad News Bear named Tanner.
And since today is officially "I have nothing meaningful to write about Tuesday"....
Hello? Mary Campbell’s friend Allison?
Are you reading this-a-here blog?
Sister, you need to invite me over to your house so I can buy up some of those upside-down sweater skirts that you make.
Ya hear me?!!