living room

I play and/or speak 100 times a year nowadays.  That’s a lot of goodbyes.  And every one of them is the same.  A hug.  A kiss.  A brief explanation of where I’m going and how long I’ll be there.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

And I’m out the door.  And my kids are on the couch eating breakfast - seemingly unaffected.

I love this.

It would be sort of the same at my house if I had a mattress on the living room floor, except there would be four more dogs there and a smattering of felines.  B’s cats were apparently fairly uninterested, though.

Arrrgggghhhhhh. Argh! Argh! Arggggghhhhh!!!!! Oh boy am I feeling pissy today. I am in a sour mood and nothing is really making me feel much better. The most annoying part of this bad mood is that I don't know WTF I am feeling pissy ABOUT!

Peter Himmelman has been airing live concerts from his living room (I think) a lot lately via Ustream. To this day, seeing him live at the Ace Of Clubs back in the 90s remains my all time favorite concert experience. Yes, he even beats out Tom Waits in this regard for me.

I bought the wrong size smoothie today at Smoothie King. It's so freaking giant in didn't fit in my cupholder. I just put half of it in the fridge. We'll see how it holds up.

My cousin emailed this and it cracked me up.  Good morning LaV!

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My dad is singing and last night he danced around the living room immitating the Colbert Christmas Special.  This is surprising on two levels–one, my dad does not normally watch Comedy Central and two, I’ve never seen him dance in a way that involves actually moving (though my mom claims he did once polka).

I'm at the library. Checking my mail. I guess I could blog a bit but it's just more fun for me to do that while listening to jazz in my living room...at midnight...pants optional.