The CFO worked all day Saturday. The boys had themselves a big day out:
1. Appliance shopping with a one and a three year old was surprisingly easy. One played with the other (sample dialogue: “Watch this Daddy! Baby in a dryer!“) while I employed Jedi mind trick price negotiation tactics on the very, very old salesman. The force was strong in that one, but even so the new dishwasher arrives Thursday.
2. Grocery store cart racing is always fun — until it isn’t. The Jr. VP is at a stage where something can be the most fun thing in the world before a switch is flipped and it becomes terrifying. We flipped that switch several times while tearing-ass around the Thriftway with the lad hanging on to the front of the cart for his dear life. He screamed bloody murder a few times but no one looked at us twice, let alone ask us to shut up and/or leave. I wonder what you have to do to get kicked out of that grocery store? I know for a fact that if you show up drunk, kick a few twelve packs down the aisle, all while screaming in Spanish, they still politely serve you. No really, I am certain of it.
3. We got lunch at The Cheeseburger Store. This is how the lad refers to any fast food place selling burgers.
4. We took our lunch to the “old park”, the one close to the old HQ. Kids ate and played; Daddies ate and watched. And played. And drank. I have discovered the perfect park beer: Caldera IPA.
Unless someone is close to enough to actually read the label, there could be anything in that yellow can.
5. Then it was home for naps and football. If this last weekend was any sort of a guide, the CEO is in for a long season this year. I’ve come to accept that basically, if I like a sports team that team will not win. You’d think I’d at least learn to use that knowledge to improve my gambling results, but no such luck yet.
