My wife is on a boat somewhere and sleeping in a cabin with another pretty woman. I made sure my wife’s camera was charged before she left.
Beginning yesterday morning and lasting until Monday night, I’m Mr. Mom. This means a variety of things, but the long and short of it is, instead of being the lazy guy who somehow manages to pay the bills with his laziness, I have to be basically responsible. That means my fun blogging and silly time has been reduced to nearly zero. To compensate for the systemic shock, the boy and I are being real bachelors for the weekend. Pizza for breakfast, fast food on the floor for dinner, and basically breaking every rule we can without getting arrested or becoming the subject of a DHS investigation.
We’re without serious injury yet. At Home Depot yesterday, the boy managed to open a bottle of industrial cleaning product which apparently has bleach in it. At least, that’s what I gather from his ruined shirt.
Time is short, so I’ll leave you with what I think will probably hold as quote of the weekend from the boy.
“Daddy! Brontosaurus poop!”