babelicious

Another soccer babe.

You’re welcome.

It’s sunday night.

Everyone is in bed, ‘cept me.

I just watched “Skeleton Key,” which was better than I expected. And not just because I big puffy pink heart Kate Hudson. Still.

It’s been a busy weekend here at the casa. We cleaned the garage (if I remember I’ll take a picture of the pile by the curb, they should haul it off tomorrow so if I don’t take a picture you’ll just have to take my word for it: it’s big.)

Friday night we had a “date,” my wife and I. It was glorious being away from the kids for a few hours. Also, expensive. But worth it. I just wish we were “connecting” more than we are. My wife could have been with anybody, the way she was acting. Closed, like a book. I don’t know if I’ve done so much damage to our relationship that there’s no way back. I just don’t know.

Saturday we cleaned the garage. (see above). Today (Sunday) we did basic housework, laundry and dishes and stuff around the house that’s been waiting too long.

The Steelers won. Which is a good thing.

Did I mention Kate Hudson is babelicious? Dayum. But that’s probably the rum talking.

Speaking of rum (I was), it’s really good with just some ice cubes in it. But it ruins my train of thought. Where was I?

Hope everyone had a fine weekend; I’m gonna be busy tomorrow so probably won’t be around much. Or maybe I will. Hell, I never know this far in advance.

Peace.

Tonite, we had the chance to participate in something rather neat; we were part of the ‘local greeting’ for a group of college student athletes that are in town for a Big Tournament.

We’re standing there with everyone else, collecting autographs, hooting and hollering and generally having fun. And my seven year old, at one point, turns around to me and says softly, “Dad, they’re all pretty hot.”