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Jett Superior laid this on you on || December 14, 2007 || 12:10 am

Now with golden tongue AND hands!

A few weeks back I was lusting a pair of gold boxing gloves. They were super inexpensive, marked down to twenty bucks. I passed them by, though, recalling that Christmas was coming up and I’d want to spend that sawbuck elsewhere. Less than two weeks later –fully out of the blue– I got a ten-dollars-off coupon from that very store. This past weekend I went and procured those fine-looking little fleshpounders.

I was damned excited to just carry them out of the store. However, I was nowhere near as excited as I was to get them tried out this evening. Sam begged me to let him take a hit and that evolved into him wearing one glove and me wearing one glove, the two of us talking silly smack to one another and devolving further into sound effects and clown punches.

Scout pleaded for my glove and I hesitantly gave it up to her. “Look, Scout, I know how this will go!

“You’ll take a tap that you don’t like and then you’ll lose your sense of humor and want to go waling on your brother and I’ll end up yelling something fully lame like, ‘Damnit, I knew this garbage would happen!’”

Yes, I do tend to speak to my children in run-on sentences at times. Work with me here.

And, as I predicted, that very thing began to happen, but I kept her in check long enough for him to goose her ego a couple of times and then I started coaching her on what to look for and “…for Godsakes, don’t lose your temper. We’re playing.”

We were all sweaty, hooting messes by the time it was all done. I didn’t get one load of laundry completed, didn’t address the first Christmas card as planned. Scout went to bed giggling, saying that this should be a regular family event. Sam tacked on ‘blue boxing gloves’ to his list of Christmas wants and we decided we might like to learn the sport together. So yeah, Plans Be Damned, y’all.

Also, I got called ‘chucklefuck’ today. Chucklefuck. And here I thought I’d previously combinated the eff bomb in just about every fashion that I could, ever. Brilliant.

Really great day, all in all.

pee ess….I see that it is after midnight. Mathias is NINE today, niiiiiine!

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  1. chris robinson 12.14.2007

    It’s so good to have you back. Thanks for the cool Vonnegut quote, and Happy Birthday to Mathias.

     
  2. Shamrock 12.14.2007

    Sounds like you carpe’d the diem with the boxing thing. Beautiful.

     
  3. Johnny T 12.15.2007

    Plans Be Damned Indeed! That’s living.

     

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