Welcome to the hundreth post! I'd like to thank my wife, Julie, my two wonderful kids, Sophie and Jacob, my parents and my siblings. All of my extended family. And of course, all of you for stopping by every once and a while.
Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? (crickets)
Heh. So, uh, well....
I was fianlly initiated into that special parents club today. The "my kid puked while we were waiting in line at the drug store" club. Poor Jake. He's been fighting whatever virus he's had for over a week. Today, he just couldn't take any more. The saddest thing was that he hadn't eaten anything in almost 12 hours and all he threw up was bile. I wish we could nip this thing in the butt... NOW! Luckliy, he took a long nap and woke up feeling much better. Some of his miraculous recovery had to do with the Motrin he got, I'm sure. He seems to be doing better. Keeping my finger crossed that he'll be okay for school tomorrow.
The house is as clean as it's going to get. I have to do bills now and then drink a couple beers as a result of doing the bills.
We set up the pool this afternoon. I'll admit I was a real crank about the whole thing, but now that it's up and filling with water, I'm pretty damn excited. So, if any of you happen to be in the neighborhood, let me know and I'll have the pool heated for you. Of course, that will require me acting like God as I do not control the weather. In other words, anyone planning on visiting should come by on a sunny day.
In honor of Steve's visit this week, I thought I'd share some of my stories about the two of us. Last year I wrote a whole series about Matt as the anniversary of his death came up. Well, why do we have to wait for someone to die in order to appreciate them. Thus, starting tomorrow, you'll get five days of tales about Steve and Scott. Try to contain yourself, please.
Turned out to be a nice weekend.