At Last

The FBR this Morning - Hanging with her Neighbors

My geographic bachelorhood ends today, decisively, with the return of my Favorite Panamanian. I‘ve found as we get older these separations, which defined our marriage for most it, are increasingly difficult. I say define because for the first couple decades of our marriage I was running around the world wherever the Army deemed I needed to be while my wife remained home with the children. Post military life the script has been flipped with my wife flying south for most of the winter each year. There’s a “wink wink” justification involving care for her aging parents and the construction of our beachfront condo but in truth my tropical wife has never accepted life in sub-freezing temps. After this past March I’m not a huge fan either. Of course those two “children” are now in their thirties and well escaped from our home. I’ve had to content myself with pestering them with repeated FaceTime calls in the interim. At any rate I get her back which will make all the difference tin the world. I leave shortly in search of roses.

The nonsense of the current political situation took another bizarre turn yesterday when the Twitterer in Chief’s personal lawyer’s office was raided by the FBI. The legal standard for this type of raid to occur is immense and points to some real problems for that lawyer. While I know a lot of his supporters will claim political bias, the raid was sought and authorized by a Trump appointed federal prosecutor. There is no more telling statement about the level of dignity in Washington than the statement – “The FBI raided the president’s lawyer’s office to search for records of hush money paid to a porn star.” What hath been wrought?

I went to see Blockers last night. This was an interesting twist on the usual teenager prom night misadventure. Three high school girls decide they are all going to lose their virginity on prom night. Helicopter mom Leslie Mann finds out about it and enlists the help of the other two dads involved to stop it. I say twist above because these girls are not innocent or unwilling victims but fully self-aware and in charge of the situation while their parents come across as hopeless. The movie would have been better if the girls remained the focus instead of the parents; I mean who needs to see John Cena with a beer hose inserted into his nether regions? Cena does prove to have some comedy chops by holding his own with Mann and the always funny Ike Barinholtz. It was cool to see the typical construct of parents on prom night superimposed on millennials. Parents will always come across as dorks, at least in their kids’ high school empowered eyes. I really liked this. Worth the watch just to see Mann’s hotel room escape.