The alarm clock was angry Friday morning. It screamed at the top of its poor little lungs for us to awaken. I was a little groggy, which is to be expected. It takes my body a minute or two to register any abnormalities like a headache, etc. I sat on the side of the bed trying to get some air into my lungs to help wake me up and prepare for a possible freight train of pain in my noggin. After a little while I noticed that I really felt pretty darned good. Hooray for me! As I peered over my shoulder to look at my wife who, although is a very attractive woman, looked like she had just stepped out of a wind tunnel, I noticed that she probably could not say the same as me. I won’t mention the blood-shot eyes, scowl or angry eyebrows that she flashed my way. Please note that early in the morning, cognitive thought is not my forte; however, I believed that the best thing to say at this moment was the following:
”Forgot to take an aspirin, huh?”
Growling is not a pleasant sound that early in the morning. I believe she mentioned she thought that she might still be drunk. I was definitely not in for a good day.
After a light breakfast, we went right into spring cleaning mode. I cleaned in places that I didn’t know even existed in my house (or at least pretended they didn’t exist.) This went on for what seemed like millennia. Luckily for me I had to go pick up Little Harry from school at 4 p.m. and I couldn’t do it all smelling like the ass end of a dirty foot. Since the drive to Brentwood is about an hour and I wanted to be sure NOT to be late, I broke off a little early from the festivities to get cleaned up.
Little Harry seemed to be enjoying himself running around kicking the ball with his classmates but he smelled the way I didn’t want to smell when he jumped into the car. Pheeeew! It sure was nice of him to remove his socks once we got on the interstate.
When I got back to the homestead around 5:30-ish, I was lucky to see that the cleaning had ceased. Hooray. I did a little dance inside my head.
Later that evening, although tired and needing to get plenty of sleep for the next day when real work would commence, we decided to break out the Scene It! game. I flew through the first game due to my immense knowledge of all things useless…I really left them in the dust. The second game; however, was not so simple. The School Girl managed to get her playing piece all the way to the last position and only required one more correct answer. What happened next was one for the record books as I jumped over not one but two players and put myself in position to win with one more correct answer also.
The game played a clip where a king during the crusades was pretending to gallop a horse while his mate made horse sounds with coconuts. My wife stumbled over the title as I chimed in with “Monty Python And The Holy Grail”. My status as grand champion is still intact. I did not get to bed until after 11pm and dreaded the upcoming morning sun.
The real crap for the weekend wouldn’t start until the next day…
(Tune in tomorrow [hopefully] for another installment of my long weekend…ya’ll come back now, ya hear!)
