Archive for August 7th, 2011

A bad daughter day

August 7, 2011

I often tell Carl I am not, “the good wife,” I am just the wife.

But today I had every intention of calling my father to wish him a HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

But I managed to get derailed. (Actually, I asked my son whether I should eat or work out. He said, “work out.” And by the time I was done working out my brain was mush and did not remember the other things I was supposed to do today. I did not give my son the proper set of choices, or I am sure he would have said, “Call grandad!”)

And now it is too late, for today anyway.

So – here are some pictures from this summer. My Dad – he spoils us!
(Really, running at 84? You go Dad)

 

Just a day

August 7, 2011

Our day was relatively, well, normal for us.

Trying to get caught up on the home paperwork (bills, checkbook, etc).

A baseball game – Carl’s team.

Now this got interesting. His team, new for him this year, has not won a game all year. Carl was pitching, and they got up 4-1. But, alas, the lead did not hold, and they lost 6-5. A few fielding errors were the main reason. [Carl might add that the strike zone was less than consistent as well.] But it was fun to be out playing games.

The team went out for pizza afterwards, with a few wives and kids in attendance. A satisfactory ending for those over 50, playing a game they love.

We topped off the pizza with stop at Baskin-Robbins.

Then home to watch a Midsomer Murders episode.

Fall into bed with a little SNL. (So I could see who Jason Sudeikis is. Ashlan served him a sandwich a week or so ago.)