High School Bar-B-Que
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Emily has invited all her friends from high school to have a Bar-B-Que in the back yard. I can’t decide whether this is going to be harder on her or on me. Because, let’s face it. I don’t quite cut the Sergeant Rock figure standard to most Caldwell dads. A young couple just showed up at the door a little early, and I invited them to hang out back until Emily returns from the store. I could tell from the look in their eyes that I reminded them of a comedian they’d once seen smash a watermelon with a sledge hammer. The boy claimed he forgot his wallet and had to go get it. They ran to his car as the dulcet tones of Fernandel wafted from my living room speakers.
It’s much easier dealing with them at this age (below). The little kids like the watermelon thing. ..
May 29, 2006 at 10:31 pm
yeah - they ARE easier to handle at that age; though I suspect, given that I have one about that age, that this is JUST about when the attitude kicks in, ’cause that’s what’s happenen’ over at Chez Chili….
May 30, 2006 at 1:13 am
Bwahahaha! “Forgot his wallet”? Good one! Like he’s really going to need that during a back-yard BBQ. But hey, quick thinking there, Kid — yessir. Better than hanging out with the dreaded “friend’s dad”, oh yes it is!
May 30, 2006 at 8:46 pm
To know you is to love you
June 1, 2006 at 3:56 am
Gallagher!
June 1, 2006 at 4:11 pm
That’s right, Colleen! This is, thereby, the most self-deprecating content on the World Wide Web!