So we come home from church the Sunday before Christmas and Boy #1 is standing out in the street in the sub-zero cold, waiting for us. Tiger Lilly is pleased; dad is more ambivalent. Nevertheless, we bring the frozen dude-sicle in for lunch and it looks as if he’s going to stay for awhile. The Mall Diva, Ben and I have plans, however, to go out and shoot the new .45; fortunately the Reverend Mother is now home as well to keep an eye on things — and it doesn’t hurt for me to make a big show of packing up the gun as we get ready to leave.
While we’re at the range, Boy #2 shows up as well. Boy #1 and Boy #2 proceed to try and kill each other — on the x-box, however. The delighted Tiger Lilly tries to kill them as well. (That’s my girl!) Eventually it’s time for Boy #1 to go home and the Reverend Mother graciously offers to drive him since it’s still arctic-like outside. Tiger Lilly goes along, of course, while Boy #2 waits for them to return. He’s sitting patiently in the kitchen by himself when the Diva, Ben and I return. Ok, when I left Boy #1 was at the house and now it’s Boy #2; I don’t even bat an eye. I greet him and then let everyone know I’m going downstairs to clean the GUN. An uneventful afternoon follows.
“Boys? What boys? I don’t see any boys.”
Still, I don’t know if I’m ready to have boys stacked up around the house like airplanes circling O’Hare during the holiday rush. I’ve already been through the drill with just one guy, thanks to the assistance of Haggar slacks. If there’s going to be two or even more boys, however, it may be time to escalate. Fortunately, I was exchanging a sweater for my wife at Macy’s after Christmas and passed through the Men’s Department. Lo and behold, Haggar cords for $14.50 and dress chinos for $17.50. Usually these cost $38 to $60, depending on the store. I considered the situation and bought three pairs.
Bring it on.
