Fatherhood

I can’t remember what lead up to this particular exchange beyond that I had made a smart-ass comment, she glared at me and then made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.  As stated, however, I know this game.  Better to pick my poison, as it were, than to have both given to me.  Also, I know that Stacy plays by her own rules, which include an entire chapter on why I can’t win even when I do.  ;P

My shirt says “What I really need are minions.”  I’d even be willing to take them in the form of yellow, pill-shaped midgets that are linguistically challenged and fixated on bananas.  They’re rather endearing, after all.  Stacy’s got on her purple Woodward Dream Cruise shirt and Arwyn’s sporting a green and maroon paisley dress which doesn’t really do it for me, but she still manages to make it look cute.  She’s a pro at the adorableness.