Last night Farmer H
went to his new bowling alley to pre-bowl. He’s been bowling in the area of his
workplace this year, because there weren’t enough teams for a league in
Hillmomba. Since The Pony has his first Scholar Bowl meet today, Farmer H
wanted to be a fan in the stands, thus the pre-bowling.
Farmer H leaves work
around 4:15. He said he would grab something to eat at the bowling alley, so
The Pony and I were on our own after his practice last night. The Pony wanted
Domino’s pizza, which he has not had for over a month, what with visiting his
grandma in the hospital quite frequently. We got home with the goods around
6:00. The Pony ate his in the car during the drive. He’s not picky about where
he straps on the feedbag. I warmed some pizza while I changed into my
comfortable dark-basement-lair-wear. By 6:15 I was seated in front of my New
Delly, beginning to compute. And I heard it. The stump stump of footless ankles
above my head.
“Pony! Your dad is home. Weren’t you going to give him directions to
your meet?”
“Yeah.” Upstairs he
trotted.
“Hey! Tell Dad there’s pizza in Frig II if he wants some.”
“He knows. He said he
was just making sure he was allowed to have some.”
“Yeah. I already took some out for tomorrow for your snack before the
meet.”
See? Farmer H was
planning to eat at the bowling alley. I suppose he did. But still wanted some
pizza. The point is, HE WAITED TO SEE IF HE WAS ALLOWED BEFORE HE HELPED
HIMSELF!
Who said you can’t
teach an old goat new tricks?
2 comments:
Why didn't I hear this on the international news? This is earthshattering! A man? A man who is capable of being trained?
This is incredible! You need to retire immediately to hold seminars, so you can teach other women how to do it.
Sioux,
Why DIDN'T you hear this on the international news? There's a conspiracy afoot. A conspiracy run by MEN!
I think I deserve a Nobel Prize for the care and training of the male species.
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