Greetings and welcome to today's random thought.
Other than my 70+ CD shopping spree there was another event of note this weekend. Let me back up a bit first however. For the past few months I have threatened to take my clippers to the son's head. He has less than stellar shampooing and grooming abilities and I had grown tired of the wife's constant reminders to him to take care of this particular part of his body. About a month ago I had had enough and grabbed my clippers that I had bought while in Texas and my 4 clip (1/2") and shaved him down. He liked it, the wife was OK with it and he really did not have to comb it. Problem solved. In subsequent weeks I moved down the clip number to 3 (3/8") and then 2 weeks ago to a 2 (1/4"). It was then we began entertaining the thought of shaving it all off. The son was all for it but the mother (who's vote as you can imagine carried a large majority) was not so for it. Fast forward to last night when the wife was not at home (a key ingredient to this story) and I informed the son that tonight was the night. I grabbed the clippers and my razor and shaving gel and we headed to the garage (our normal hair altering place). About 30 minutes later (I was real careful with the shaving part) and he was sin pelo (without hair). The wife arrived home about an hour later and while the son was wearing a hat (for full effect) she immediately (using her spidey-sense) could tell something was wrong. She then instructed, no commanded the son to remove the hat. There was a moment of silence that followed that lasted a little too long for my taste but she was truly shocked that we had actually gone through with the deed. One day later and the son is still happy with it and the wife has even let him leave the house without a hat.
Today was a sort of busy day at work so the time passed quickly. I had to run 2 errands at lunch. One was to head to the bank to get cash out for allowance / blow money which involves hitting the ATM and then going into the bank to get 10s, 5s and 1s so that allowance is in exact change. The tellers there know my routine by now and I hand them a post it note with my needed denominations. The other errand was to get an oil change. My warning message was coming on in the Buick reminding me that I was overdue and I had put it off for about a week. I don't like getting an oil change since I always feel like the oil change dude is trying to take me for some extra money. I had not had an oil change since Texas and I honestly forget where I used to get it changed when I last lived here. I chose a 10 minute place near the bank and despite the price being a little high at $34.99 (the wife only paid $29.99 at the Kia dealership to get the van done a few weeks ago) I decided to sit back and pay the extra penalty for not being enough of a man to change my own oil (which I have done by the way, but not in about 20 years). The tirade of questions then begins (do you want us to do this or that extra service?). I ended allowing them to sell me a way overpriced air filter (about $10 more than at the part store) but refused the $6 top off of the cooling fluid (which I bought on the way home from work at the part store, the place where I realized that I had over spent on the air filter). Anyway, I was out in about 10 minutes and even got a free car wash which is included in the $35 charge. I can tell you that I have not washed any car of mine in about 20 years (about the time I quite changing my own oil I guess). I just don't see the point in washing my car. I think I allowed the son to wash my car a few times but he really did not improve the looks since he did a poor job of rinsing. I still have the car wash token in the car but don't know if I will use it or donate it to the wife (who has been known to have her van washed a time or two or three).
Toward the end of the day I received a phone call from the wife informing me that I had a job to do once I arrived at home. It seems that the son was attempting to close the back door to the garage and it was not closing (since something was in the way). In typical 11 year old fashion, instead of inspecting what might be in the way he decided to use more force to get the door closed. I was only after this method did not work that he discover the remnants of a small frog (the item blocking the door from being closed). Based on the wife's description of the carnage, there was no way they could stomach doing the clean up and it would fall into my hands to do so. I was mentally preparing for the worse. After a nice dinner of BBQ chicken and garlic mashed potatoes (which we have not had in a really long time) I headed out to the garage to perform my husbandly duties. In the end it only took me about 15 seconds to dispose of the body. Ironically enough, there were tons of flies around the frog. Anyway, it was not that bad and the dread leading up to having to do this was worse than the doing (isn't that always the way it is).
The day the wife was packing for our Labor Day trip she called me to tell me (among other things) that she had found a pair of jeans that I had forgotten that I owned. This was like finding money since a few weeks ago I no longer owned jeans that fit me and these were old enough to have not fit me at my high weight but the are a little loose on me now. Either way it saved me the cost of a pair of jeans since I was looking for another pair.
Well, my fingers are getting tired from typing and we are going to watch a few more minutes of our current movie.
Thanks for reading my Random Thoughts.
Jon
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