To be honest, I didn't really think we should celebrate Roxy's birthday. I mean, she's 1. It's not like she's going to remember any of it (and, consequently, neither will I). But I felt the same way I did before her first Christmas when Leni asked me what I thought we should get Roxy:Me: An attitude adjustment.
Leni: Come on, I'm serious.
Me: Other parents?
Leni: Really?
Me: She's 6 months old. The only thing she needs are diapers.
Leni (leaving): Forget it, I'll do it myself.
Me (yelling): Fine. Invisible Fencing.
Despite my attempts to do nothing, Leni insisted on going overboard for Roxy's special day. So we invited a ton of people; had Spinach Pies and homemade sausage; brought catered food from Taverna Kyclades; and enough liquor to stop zombie Ulysses S. Grant in his tracks (famous alcoholic, not-so-famous zombie).
How did it go? I have no idea. The reason I'm not in that photo up there is I was busy getting to the bottom of an entire bottle of gin. Not all at once. But it may as well have been. By the time 6 PM rolled around, Charisma and Sobriety had long since departed, having an early dinner in the city.
Leaving us with this to entertain:
Jesus, is this guy ever going home?
How does your wife tolerate you?!!!
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ReplyDeleteWell, frankie2174, to answer your question: she accepts the fact that I need to wear a helmet when we go outside, despite the fact it can sometimes cause us embarrassment. She is also incredibly understanding that I sometimes have impulses I cannot control, though these accidents are usually avoided with adult diapers. Apart from that? Southern Comfort and a cattle prod.
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Thank you, HarmSkills, for noticing. Not even my Mom noticed. I feel like that cliche: Why, yes, I did get my hair done...Do you like it?
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