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April 10, 2006
irish eyes = smiling!
That’s all I can say on that topic right now. Tá brón orm faoin moill.
If I were in Seattle now, I would be repeatedly hoisting a glass in honor of my good good friends, who just purchased a very cool bar. If you want to visit an intimate, neighborhood-y bar where people are nice and interesting and friendly, and you also wish to consume delicious cocktails mixed by an ace mixologist, you should go there! Yay friends!
This past weekend, my sister-in-law was here and we had girlish Good Times, which included her reminding me of a story about my brother Ruby. When Ruby was about six years old and I was seven, we got new squirt guns. Ruby decided he was going to squirt my dad. Squirt squirt squirt. My dad got pretty steamed and told him to stop. But Ruby didn’t stop – squirt squirt. My dad said if you do that one more time, I’m going to chop that up with an axe! Ruby and I glanced at each other and with a look of detached scientific curiosity, he pulled the trigger once again. S-q-u-i-r-t. Four-foot horns shot from my dad’s head and froth flew out of his mouth as he snatched the squirt gun from my brother’s hand and sprinted for the garage. Incredulous, we ran after him. He proceeded to set the squirt gun on a two-by-four and chop it up into a billion sky-blue plastic shards WITH AN AXE. Dude gets major points for drama, less for “being cool” vis-à-vis the raising of the offspring.
I understand that moment more now that I have my own child. The Bean is currently in an extremely challenging phase in that he sucks to be around about 80% of the time. He yells “No!” in your face, he spits, he falls down on the ground when the snacks you’ve given him are insufficient. Yesterday, he refused to nap and instead walked the house crying for three hours while my husband and I took turns trying to soothe/feed/comfort/threaten/cajole him. At last, in defeat, we put him in the car and drove six inches down the road, where he promptly fell asleep. When he woke up, he announced he would henceforth only be napping in the car. Good thing my husband and I had driven to the axe store. That car seat doesn’t stand a chance.
Posted by Max at April 10, 2006 10:16 PM
Comments
You made me laugh out loud enough that husband is looking at me like I have lost my MIND.
I would love to say that I am just the sort of interesting, fun person to go check out your friend's bar but, alas, I am not. At least, not enough to go all the way from suburbia-ville North to South Seattle. Best of luck to them on their new endeavor.
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Posted by: Pieces at May 2, 2006 11:05 PM