Every time my ex-wife sends me my kids for a visit it seems that one of them are sick, 0nce again, she sent them to me sick.
I finally got home to my home, my bed…
Severe head cold.
Hopefully I can give it to people that I don’t like
After becoming a mouth breather overnight cause no medicine would break the log jam in my nose, I’ve been under the care of Joanna and hopefully we can get this thing beat before the concert on Tuesday.
I’d hate to be at Trans Siberian Orchestra and all congested.
Back to bed…
Its amazing how much energy these kids have, because no matter what we do, they continue on and on like some energizer bunny.
They are finally asleep.
We went to go see a movie and had dinner at the Outback.
When I got home, I got sick. Must have been something with the Medium RARE steak I got rather than the Medium WELL steak I wanted.
Now before some of you mention that I should have noticed the difference in the steak before I took the 5 bites and then sent it back…
well, you try to focus on food while you have two kids fighting in a restaraunt.
Now I solved the problem, which was Ryan got a special Outback coloring contest in his menu. Shelby did not. So to Shelby’s dispair Ryan teased her about it, which caused Shelby to take the contest form from Ryan.
“It’s ok, I’ll let you color and when you are done I’ll put MY name on it,” was Ryan’s solution. I took Ryan aside and told him the letting someone else do his work was only acceptable if he was to grow up to be a football player (JUST JOKING), and he stomped back to his seat mumbling how I liked Shelby more.
I then went up , got the woman at the front to give me another contest entry and let Ryan color it in. Shelby turned in her entry to the waiter and she was beaming because “I know I’m going to win, I hope. I’d like to win really I would.”
At the end of the night when I had my steak recooked and brought back by the manager, Ryan was done and he turned in his drawing.
“So mister, is my picture as good as my sissy’s?” Ryan asked.
The manager turned to him and said, “It’s going to be a hard decision to pick between the two of you.”
Shelby asked him, “When will you pick a winner?”
He looked at her and said, “Next week, and I have a feeling that someone at his table might win.”
In my sarcastic mind, it felt like Shelby and Ryan were the only entries, but in my proud daddy mind, it was because they stayed in between the lines.
Between stress from Fredicksburg and Corydon, I brought the kids home and immediately threw up.
That rare steak just didn’t agree with me.
I’m feeling better and going to crash.
After I take a couple of pictures of the kids sleeping. Their cousins are sleeping over.
Very +EV evening beside the illness.
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