Sent: April 29, 2008 3:24 PM
Subject: We’ve revamped the site…
…to better serve you, our loyal reader. Who am I kidding? We have no loyal reader, so here are some bullet-points:
- As we got ready to leave for dinner at Matt’s, Cate asked to wear gloss with glitter. Lisa said yes. I remain opposed. Damn opposed
- After letting it sit far too often in the garage, I replaced the battery and took the Porsche to the shop. Jack and Cate, you’re now paying for your senior year of college. Congratulations!
- On April 5th, Lisa and I belatedly celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary. We had afternoon drinks on a West Village patio, dinner at Local, and an evening at Hotel ZaZa. As an added bonus, Lisa had a three-hour nap (no, that’s not a misprint) Saturday afternoon at the hotel. I’m sorry, but no cameras were permitted
- The next morning, we had brunch at Breadwinners, and we saw a Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren. In true Dallas style, the owner told the valet he paid $500,000 for the car
- Forty-five minutes after bedtime, Cate came to us complaining there was a bug in her room. When I started to investigate, she sternly asked that I wait for a moment outside her room while she took care of some unspecified activity. After a minute, I was allowed to enter and dispatch of the ant-like bug, but it struck me that she would only notice such a bug if she were laying on the floor near her night-light. Draw your own conclusions, please
- Cate recites a poem while jumping rope in the driveway, and it takes more than 35 consecutive jumps to complete it. After many failed attempts, she finally finished the poem. She told me excitedly, “Dad, that took major energy.”
- It’s not always the kids who are entertaining. Lisa was working in the darkened office one evening, so I asked if she wanted a little light. “Sure,” she said, “but I’ve already had a couple glasses.” Is this an example of Freudian hearing?
- Just after lunch on a Saturday afternoon, I turned the television channel
- Jack: “What is this?”
- Me: “It’s Foreign Exchange with Daljit Dhaliwal”
- Jack: “What is that?”
- Me: “It’s a show that will make you go take a nap.”
- Jack: “Does it have Vanna White?”
- One day, Jack stated matter-of-factly: “Mom, I want you to stop picking my nose. You’re a nose-picker.” To which Lisa replied, “I wouldn’t if there weren’t green stuff hanging out of it!” This is the level of intellectual discourse we have in our family
- Jack declared his shower done one evening. Upon closer (read: any) inspection, it was clear that his freshly shampooed hair was miraculously dry. We’re still working on independent showering
- Jack was playing quietly (it’s a relative term) on Saturday afternoon when suddenly he was running down the hallway, yelling: “I’m gonna pee my pants!”
- Jack to Cole: “Let’s have a blame-storming session!”
- I snapped Jack with a dish towel, and he responded: “Whip me! Into Shape!” Lisa and I simultaneously broke into song
- Jack was scribbling furiously on a pad of paper, so I asked him what he’s doing. He replied, “Text messaging.” In your face, 20th century!
- After some perceived slight, Cate said to Jack: “You’re not being very justice.” Jack replied: “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I gotcha.” This is the level of intellectual discourse we have in our family
- Today, BEA officially became part of Oracle. I’ve never felt so, so… alive!
That’s it for now!
Lisa and Greg
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