posted on Jun, 3 2008 @ 11:26 AM
"Daddy!" He was on the front porch as I pulled up into the driveway.
"Come here Daddy!" he said as he grabbed my hand.
It was about 6:30pm or so, so it wasn't real late, but I was tired for whatever reason.
"I want you to make me a sword and a dog. OK Daddy?"
Balloon animals. He was at a party awhile back, and was enthralled with the man who made balloon animals. Yeah, yeah, yeah........... I went out and
bought a gigantic industrial sized bag of balloons and a balloon pumper. Needless to say the first several tries were a failed experiment at best. So
I go to the fridge, and grab my trusty diet Pepsi. If aspertame really is a brain killer, my brain must look like a freakin' swiss cheese due to all
of the diet Pepsi I drink. So I pop it open, and of course it fizzes over.
"Did you just spill that on the floor? You're home for one minute, and you already made a mess."
I'm thinkin' to myself and stuff - OJ, OJ, OJ
"C'mon Daddy, make me my dog and sword."
"In a second L'il Dude."
I grab some paper towels and wipe up the spill.
"That floor better not be sticky."
OJ, OJ, OJ, OJ!
"Oh and the cat puked on the stairway carpet. Clean that up too."
"Daddy!" He's holding out balloons and the pumper. "Please Daddy?"
"C'mon little Dude." He runs over to his little couch and dives on it. "What color Buddy?"
Balloon attached to pumper - commence pumping. Those balloons get so big! So I do my thing and the sword, and the dog are done. Yep, that is one fine
lookin' sword, and a darn good lookin' dog and stuff.
"I'm gonna go up and change L'il Dude."
"Can I come too Daddy."
So we run upstairs. I notice that my office door is open. I have no secrets in there, and never lock the door, but I always keep the door closed. My
dog who has the nickname of 'Senor Chewie' for whatever reason likes the taste of things in my office.
"Did you remember to clean up the cat puke?"
OJ, OJ, OJ, OJ.........
"Daddy! Let's play hide and seek!"
"In a second Dude."
I look in my office, and much to my chagrin I see that Senor Chewie has visited. Several computer related cords and peripherals have the indelible
marks of his superior chewing abilities.
Hmmmmmm.......... You know, I think I'm in the mood for some Chinese food right about now.
2 USB Cables, my microphone, Stapler, a Sharpie (Yes there is a nice black stain on the carpet.), several software DVD's, and a ream of paper. The
damn dog ate a ream of paper. Oh I forgot to mention one of the armrests on my desk chair.
You know of all of the questions of the universe, there is one I need to have answered. How come that dog will eat all of these types of things, but
if I have to give hime some medicine and I try and hide it in cheese, or peanut butter, that baastad won't eat it? Hmmmmmm............ Gotta ponder
So I'm shaking my head in disbeliefe and anger as I walk out of my tattered office, and I feel the squishy feeling of cat puke oozing between my
toes. Just freakin' great. When I get angry I get quiet. I've never been a screamer. I'm in virtual silence right about now.
"Daddy! Can we play hide and seek now?" I'd rather be chewing on tinfoil than playing hide and seek.
"You bet buddy, but one real quick game. Deal?"
"Then we'll run to the store."
We play the game, then we head downstairs.
"Why did you leave my office door open?"
"I needed to use your stapler. The dog came in and laid down. He looked so comfortable, and I didn't want to disturb him."
So I have an excuse to run to the Apple Store. Yeah! I pick up a couple new cables, and a new microphone. A Blue SnowBall. Looks like a pretty cool
"Daddy, are you going to kill the dog and cat?"
"No Buddy. I love them. Just sometimes they act bad. No big deal."
"No big deal?"
"You're not mad anymore Daddy?"
"I forgive them."
"It means that I'm not mad anymore, and I still like them."
"Forgive is good?"
"You bet it is little Dude."
"Then I forgive them too Daddy."
"I love ya L'il Dude."
"I love you too Daddy."
"C'mon Dude, let's go home and put this stuff back together."
"Can I help too Daddy."
"You betcha! Here get on my shoulders, and I'll take you to the car."
Some assembly, a quick story, and off to slumber land he goes. I sit down, and my dog comes over and lays at my feet. Yep. Forgiveness is a very good