So there�s this marvelous little 5.5 year old son that lives in my household.Mostly, he does pretty well in the morning�as I generally have to go through evolution each and every day (grunts/knuckle-dragging; eventually coffee/speech.) But today, he pulled a �I�m awake dad, and it isn�t even the crack of dawn! Look! The sun isn�t up yet.� All the while bouncing me like a proverbial tigger. It is hard to be grumpy with a happy little person. After having read til� well after dark-thirty and change I wanted to be�but couldn�t manage�so I went with it and before long we were rolling about on my big-ass king bed laughing at each other and generally doing the boy tussle.
Having read up on the world�s happenings since I last left this computing-thang at about midnight�and at least partially caffeinated meself (Blue Mountain Peaberry for the holidays! WhooooHOOOOO!) it became apparent I am in-fact awake and not feeling too badly about it. Thus this update on all things.
Groovie Gal and her daughter were by last evening for a bit (yeah� I know, my resolve about socializing with mommies of classmates is truly breathtaking.) But, without entering into Methinks-He-Doth-Protest-Too-Much-Land�it is a joy to talk with another single parent about inane sole-adult-with-kidlet issues� and it is not as if that or the run to the SD Zoo later in the week actually counts as a date. She is lovely, smart and smart-mouthed�and appears to be a swell human (and when she moves, she does cause some minor swelling and discomfort.)
I have been on a loud/fast music jag which is especially tough when I made a strong commitment not to break the ginger-haired-boy�s-eardrums with same before nine or ten years old. Thus the few minutes I can steal of late with headphones have me bleeding my ears to the joys of Clutch/ST/SystemOfaDown/Meatmen/BadBrains/Guttermouth, et al. As an aside�a good pair of headphones with a nice separate headphone amp (like a Creek) is the only way to cross the 120db line with any aplomb�and cross it I do. Feels good.
To the fledgling Sauce reader who asked if my libido/tastes crossed into those attractive female humans below the age of majority? Gently?
Hell no. Please.
No.
Find a playmate your own age�and pretend he is older or has an old fish (er, sole) or something. Get thee to a nunnery�before I have to�
But your offer was kind. Thoughtful even.
Keep moving. Nothing to see here.
[Hoping I handled that firmly without being mean, Ma�am.]
Gonna sluice off my skanky (not showered since last nite) arse and go do errands with His Wonderful Little Boy-ness now.
And since the recipe thing was such an odd hit (who-da-thunk) I�ll throw another up before making it. My son and I are making North Carolina Pulled Pork tomorrow (don�t get juvenile about that�as I plan to be calm�for a Sauce�on innuendo in the body of my YouTooCanMakeThisAtHome overview tonight.) But. Do note that I will have the opportunity to have my cute-faced and straight-man son ask for some Butt at the meat counter in our local grocers today�
It should be fun. A giggler along the lines of our current favorite gag�which he doesn�t get but really enjoys my sophomoric reaction to� I loudly ask the child in the midst of a busy produce section to name the smallest citrus fruit for me�and his piping little voice bellows Kumquat! You should see the looks. That word does sound wonderfully salacious.
Yep. I�m a dolt. And I enjoy it.
--QuatSauce.
PS. For those who haven�t seen it�my favorite little site to send vegetarian pals? http://www.petsorfood.com Really funny.