I’m getting old. My oldest son went on a southern college tour with my wife this summer. They went to four schools in two states and apparently only had two fights along the way. Not physical fights. My wife would have dominated those. I’m scared of her. You should be too. No, it was verbal sparring. I figured that just two was pretty good seeing as they are virtually the same person. I know that if I was trapped in a car with myself for extended periods of time I would probably get into numerous arguments. But then myself and I would have hashed it all out at a Mexican restaurant. My son is so much like his mom that they even look alike. They have the same nicely tanned Puerto Rican skin. The same eyes and nose. He has many of the mannerisms of my father-in-law. You have no idea how many times I’ve heard these kinds of things as he was growing up.
“Hey Marc, did you have anything at all to do with that kid?”
“Marc, it looks like your wife made him in a lab from her own DNA.”
For all of you who have said that to me over the years,,,,,,,, it’s completely annoying. Like cyclists in the middle of the road. Like all that watery mess that comes out of a mustard bottle before the mustard. Like someone putting a 5PM meeting on your calendar.
It’s ok, though. I forgive you all. (Not Really)
Before I started rambling my main point was supposed to be that I can’t believe I have a kid old enough to be going to college next year. The only time I feel that old is when my right knee acts up. Hopefully he’ll be ready for the challenge next year. He already is very familiar with Top Ramen and remembers to put deodorant on most days. So we’re off to a good start.
Memes I, umm,,,,,,,, harvested.
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