Last night we spent several hours clearing out the boys’ room and closet, pulling down a wallpaper border, cleaning, etc.

This morning we started at 8:00 AM with the first drywall repair (funny how little boys’ rooms resemble testing labs for Samsonite suitcases). Then, er, all the rest that I’m not going to type right now. And we finished painting around 10:30.

Then — I went to the store. I needed a beer. Silly me.

I’m standing in the beer section, and these two pretty young things come in. I mean pretty young as in one of them had better have a decent fake ID or they aren’t buying any alcohol. (Did I mention school is starting here? It is.) They were dressed in normal saturday night clothing for students, which if you check your handbook is somewhere between what Madonna was a few years ago and what Britney Spears is now. Short skirt and tops that don’t cover much (especially in the refrigerated beer section)…

Oh, wait, where was I? Oh, yeah. Two. Pretty young things walk by. Looking for something “low carb.” I’m tossing Guinness into my basket, and probably scared them a bit – haven’t showered, covered head to toe in paint splotches, wearing my 50,000 visitor shirt that says “please don’t blog this” on the back. I didn’t give it a second thought, I’m the kind of person their parents warned them about.

I moved on, to the milk, where I overheard two guys trying to decide if four kegs was going to be enough for tonite.

Gawd I feel old.

Next up for the old man? Drinking the beer. Eating the ice cream. And a patriotic movie.

America. Fuck yeah.