And So It Begins

The Butcher's Wife has bugged out and I am on full Mr. Mom watch. In a little bit, I have to toss Llama-ettes Two and Three into the car and head off to collect their big sister from Brownies. I found out this afternoon that today is cookie pickup day, so we'll be coming back loaded down with thin mints, as well as the other, lesser varieties. My five year old is already talking about plundering some of them before we can make the proper deliveries.

In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out what to do with my evening. This may be a good opportunity to play a little Age of Kings as I had mentioned a week or two back. I'm feeling rayther Byzantine today, so perhaps I'll drive the Saracens back into the desert. Then again, I may once again crush Steve-O's ill-founded belief in the invincibility of the Frankish Knights by Agincourting their collective ass. We'll see.

My apologies for not posting more today. Between getting the Missus off and dealing with dial-up, I'm sort of out of the loop. I hope nothing big happened in the world this afternoon? Oh, one thing for you football fans- I got my hair cut today and the guy next to me was insisting that Dallas is going to sign Drew Bledsoe. Take that for what it's worth.

Anyhoo, hope all y'all have a good weekend. Hope I do also. Film at eleven.

UPDATE: So much for the cookie run. While I knew the girl had taken a goodish number of orders, I had no idea that it ran to a total of 111 boxes. The only way I was going to get all of them home in my Jeep is if I had left one or two of the Llama-ettes at the Brownie meeting. As tempting as that thought was, I overcame the urge and arranged with another parent to have her haul off our boxes, which the gels and I will go and recover tomorrow using the Butcher's Wife's Cherokee. (Incidentally, on the way home this evening, I saw one of the most blood-curdling vanity license plates in my experience. It said, "ABBA GOD". Oh, the humanity!)

As for this evening's entertainment, well, what with one thing and another, I'm just reading some more of the Franklin biography. One other thing I can't quite figure out about it is why Walter Isaacson has it in so thoroughly for John Adams. This makes me think that I need to read David McCullough's biography of Adams soon, just to get the other side of the story, so to speak. You see how these things snowball? Perhaps I'll get round to Age of Kings tomorrow.....

Incidentally, for the benefit of Feisty Christina and all you other moms out there laughing at me so derisively over my Mr. Mom blogging, let me assure you that I am fully aware of the ridiculousness of my tone. In fact, I know of nobody on the planet who works harder than the Butcher's Wife. I also know that my occassional substitute role is a walk in the park by comparison. But the difference is that she's used to it and I'm not. In other words, she's a pro and I'm just an amateur hack.