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I’ve tried to contain all week the
impending joy this weekend portends. It begins today with the imminent arrival of
the New Jersey contingent. Since we whisked away an official Mother’s Day celebration
with our tropical getaway we (my wife) decreed we would celebrate same tomorrow
and summoned the progeny. I’m excited for Wingman and my daughter to see what
an easy drive it is and how close extended babysitting resources in the form of
my wife and I actually are.
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It only gets better tomorrow when the Favorite
Son, the ABFA, the ABFA’s parents, Soxfather, and hopefully Keene Friend join
us for a barbecue. The laides, in true Mother’s Day tradition, will not be
allowed to lift a finger to work. I’ve always found that to be severely educational
in illuminating just how much they do for us Cro-Magnon types on a daily basis.
My wife has been her usual frantic self preparing the house, menu, and myself
for the big weekend. She’s been challenged all week having her kitchen in
disarray with the lighting and backsplash installations. That appears to be in
the final stages with only some grouting left this morning. It’s been great
having the Panamanians seniors around the house although they seemed to have
enhanced my wife’s shopping gene. Who thought that was even possible!? It is further
heightened by the granddaughter’s presence which I myself am impossible to resist.
In an effort to defuse my wife’s
unquenchable thirst to clean/sanitize the house I kidnapped her for another
movie last night. I don’t want her to exhaust herself to the point she won’t
enjoy the unmitigated joy this weekend is scheduled to provide. She has a
history. We went to see Baywatch because, well, why not? I always wondered why the
original TV show lasted and the movie begs the same question. There should be
warning signs at the door to the theater to leave whatever intellectual
capacity you possess behind but if you need that warning you’re probably not
going to see it anyway. The movie honors the slow motion pneumatic recoiling that
the show was famous for along with a nonsensical insipid plot. There are some
very funny moments mainly involving the Rock teasing pretty boy Zac Effron, who
looks to have ascribed to the Rock’s own chemically induced physique. The pneumatics
are provided by Alexandria Daddario and Kelly Rohrback and while they do not disappoint
I could have done without the lengthy examination of cadaver penis (you had to
be there). In the end I enjoyed the movie because the Rock makes anything watchable
but if asked I will deny it.
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