I took an extra day off recently. I spent the day running a few errands. This gave me a chance to grab some lunch with the Omawari-son.
While we were picking at some fried okra and waiting for our barbecue, we were talking about some sort of foolishness that led to me mentioning Mayor McCheese. My son laughed and we batted the name back and forth, then he started talking about what Mayor McCheese might be made of. He described some sort of grilled cheese sandwich with feet. Read the rest of this entry »
Gentlemen. As we know, there are certain guy rules which we all must follow.
For instance, it is a given that there will be no conversation in the men’s room until we reach the sink. I know that for years we have tolerated that guy who comes in to the men’s room at concerts and sporting events and announces that “you never really buy beer, you only rent it.” He expects a laugh and we grudgingly give it to him, but that joke isn’t getting any funnier. We may have to deal with him later.
It is also a given that you will have watched Caddyshack within the past year. Why? Because you know you should, the rest of us expect that you have and because Dangerfield is a genius.
The guy rules are, for the most part, unwritten. There are many others. Violations are not tolerated. He who holds conversations in the mens room is not invited to the next game. In Idaho, they give that person a title – Senator. Read the rest of this entry »