My son sufficiently
recovered from our Saturday depredations that he was able to make our weekly
morale lunch yesterday. Our normal haunt
was undergoing renovations so we were forced to find an alternate dining
location. Luckily there was an Outback
Steakhouse two minutes away so we did not suffer too egregiously.
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| Obligatory Weekly Selfie of Son and I |
Speaking of
last Saturday’s depredations apparently the MEF was less than thrilled with my
description in this blog of a certain Fat Belly bar tendress. While the vote
was unanimous I do not specifically recall my son taking part in the
balloting. I hope that quells any
resentment that may have been generated by this spontaneous plebiscite.
It was a typically
fantastic lunch further embellished by the news that the MEF and son may have
found the house they’ve been looking for.
The timing is a little off what with a certain impending wedding but sometimes
life just refuses to follow a carefully constructed schedule (much to the
consternation of certain engineers in the group). The service was a little slower out back but
we now have a bona fide alternate lunch site which will be worked into our schedule.
Returning home
last night I was summarily shuffled out of the house for my wife’s dress
fitting with a local seamstress. I opined
that my attendance was not required but she blithely informed me that my dress
uniform pants would need tailoring due to the past year’s weight loss. The cool thing about a small town is the
presence of small businesses like the seamstress who works out of a quilting
store; none of the trappings of a big city tailor but all of the quality (and
more).
So I got to
watch an hour’s worth of pins being applied to the dress my wife will wear at
our son’s wedding. Luckily she looks especially
alluring in the dress which did ameliorate some of the boredom. You won’t be seeing the dress before August though;
no pictures were allowed.
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| Prior to my Pinning |
Boredom was
knocked completely out of the park when my wife and the fairly attractive seamstress
convened at my posterior to discuss the needed alterations to my trousers. It’s been a while since I’ve had my nether
regions probed by a strange female and I will admit to a bit of nervousness as
the pinning heading south on the rear seam.
I survived this exercise only to discover that the pants had been pinned
to my underwear which led to a humorous (for my wife) removal process. She didn’t appreciate my declaration that I
should have gone commando.
We were
supposed to see another movie last night but my wife was reacting poorly to
some pain medication the doctor prescribed for back pain. She decided the time was better spent at home
with a team effort at empanada building. She needs them for some impending gathering of the Latino Mafia. Strangely her medical reaction cleared up almost immediately once I
agreed to her plan (I’ve got to get a copy of that husband control manual all
wives seemed to possess).
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