I'd would like to thank everyone for all the fantastic comments and general well-wishing for my 100th post. Time to move on though. I will be getting to the various requests for more information on some of the items on my list, but since it's Sunday, I'm going for simple randomness.
The other day my son said, "Daddy, I'm cold. Can you turn up the heat?"
I looked over (unfortunately, this isn't a rare occurance) and said, "Dude, you're naked. Why don't you try putting on some clothes?"
I still cannot figure out how or why his clothes magically shed themselves at random intervals, generally between blinks.
I suspect an ongoing plot against my sanity.
Did you know that you can only follow 200 blogs on Blogger? Seriously? That seems limiting to me. You would think that the Google/Blogger empire could figure out how to do better than that.
I'm feeling repressed.
If you recently followed me and I haven't followed back it's because I'm off to correct this wrong. Perhaps I can take out a few windmills in my quest as well.
We had an early Chinese New Year party yesterday. Her parents and my parents were over as well as her brother, wife, and their son. It was a nice party and a we all had a good time.
At one point, my son brought out his pair of play handcuffs so he could play police with his cousin.
He plopped them on the table and his grandmother (my dad's wife) said, "Do your mommy and daddy use those too?"
We laughed and then The Wife, who thought we were talking about playing police with The Boy, said, "We use them all the time."
We all pretty much lost it at that.
After the party had broken up, we were talking about how funny that was and she said, "Oh, is that what she meant?"
I said, "Yup, you just outed yourself as a perv to our immediate family. I'm okay with that."
At least I didn't have to explain to her why the Obama fisting (beware of the comments following the video... they get a little raw) comment was so funny.