Thursday night I came home from work, and the house was quiet. Bonita was talking on the phone in the living room, and I heard a ticka-ticka coming from the basement which meant my dad was blogging.
I found a cup of coffee sitting on the counter, getting cold.
I yelled downstairs, “Dad! Did mom make you some coffee?”
“Oh, dang it! I forgot about that.”
He came upstairs and I asked him where Tiger Lilly was.
“Oh, dang it! I forgot to pick her up from tae kwon do!”
You know, sometimes I think he just gets lost in his own little world. One of these days I’m going to ask him where his pants are just to see if he says “Oh, dang it! I forgot!”
Yes, yes, it all seems very funny right now, but what if he forgets something really important? Like my birthday? Yeah, I know, as if I’d ever let anyone forget that. But what if?
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Anyway,last night I decided to watch one of my favorite movies (Elf). So I got all comfy in my pajamas and settled down in the basement with my sister and my cat when my friend calls me and asks if I want to go to the Wild game.
“What time do we have to leave?”
“Uhh..Right now.”
So I ditched my sister and Buddy the Elf, changed my clothes and had some fun at the hockey game. It’s too bad we lost.
Ah, well, I know they can do better next time. Go, Wild!
Mall Diva et al, Have you seen the movie “Dear Frankie”? If not we can surely recommend it.If you have seen it we can still recommend it.We were “Wild” about it. Have a wonderful week …..it was good to meet you and yours last weekend.
I have NEVER forgotten my pants. There have been moments, however, where I may not have been able to tell you what color they were without looking.
NW, I think you meant to say, “I don’t recall if I’ve ever forgotten my pants.”
An attack on one middle-aged guy who’s getting a little forgetful is an attack on all of us. Surly Dave: mall diva’s mocking our memory. That’s why God created daughters, so us old decrepit dads have someone to remind us we’re getting old, and help us remember where we put our glasses, then go fetch them for us. I bet he remembers every detail of the day you were born. We just become more selective in what we remember…… What was the post on again? I have to go back and re-read it.
MD : I’d like to point out that the Wild have never lost this season when I attended one of their games. It’s obvious you are bad luck, please refrain from attending anymore.
No, I haven’t seen Dear Frankie. I’ll tell my dad to put it on our list.
I did enjoy meeting you and hearing your daughter play at the concert (not that I could pick her part out- but still).
Oh,yeah-
Shut up, Kevin.
I can’t beleive this… I’m forgotten AND ditched.
Kevvy-wevvy: I agree with MD. Silencio!
Sorry, the last one was Tiger Lilly, and so is this one.
TL
In the interests of providing the Wild with every possible advantage this season I think that Mall Diva should refrain from further attendance. Given that this might be a bitter pill to swallow I think that she should knit wrist sweaters for all of the Wild players. Further, so as not to leave Tiger Lilly out of anything, she should assist in thus equipping the team. Then they can deliver the finished product just as soon as NW gets his Haggar pants so that if any Wild players try anything he can fling them into the penalty box.
What?!! Are you the judge now?? I think we should fling you into the penalty box!
Heh, I think Uncle Ben is onto something there. That’s actually a pretty clever idea, which makes me wonder where he got it from.
MD : Start knitting
TL : Start assisting
NW : Start stretching…both body and pants
UB : Start running
AA : You’re not even in this thread so shut up
BB : Who are you??
Those poor Wild players just think they understand the “Zone Trap”; they haven’t experienced my version. I wouldn’t even need the Haggar slacks as my old hockey breezers were plenty roomy and comfortable for this type of activity. Unfortunately, the Reverend Mother sent these to the penalty box a long time ago and I don’t think they’re ever coming out.
I have to say, I have seen “Dear Frankie”. It is a cute movie.
On another note, it would be greatly amusing to see all of the Wild team wearing wrist sweaters.
Hmmm… think pink.
PFF~ Are you volunteering to help me knit? You know, if we put our knitting skills together, we could whip those wrist sweaters out super fast! 😀
It’s inspiring to see this idea moving towards fruition. The State of Hockey will thank you for it! I’m glad I can’t knit, otherwise I’d almost feel guilty enough to help.
Yeah, but if I remember right they will end up looking more like demented sweaters.
Demented is right. Benny, you can still feel guilty- no knitting skills required, otherwise we wouldn’t do it.
If fed I’m willing to do any number of embarrassing things, but knitting? Well, maybe.
Even if it means a Mrs. Stewart cake?
Sorry , it should be Reverend Mother