The Zoo
We had beautiful fall weather in OKC this past weekend. Got out and communed with nature for awhile (read: the wife made Spawn and I go dig weeds out of the flower beds and dig holes to plant mums, etc.)
Still, it was good to be outside. After following the many orders of the getting-to-be-very-pregnant wifey, we ordered some Mexicano food from Ted's. Spawn and I went to fetch and deliver. Good stuff, of course. Can't do better than Ted's for Mexican around here. About an hour of resting and digesting, Spawn and I decided to go for our occassional nightly run. We took another route this time, which was nice for me. I think he just saw it as harder work because instead of running the familiar neighborhood loop, we did a straight run down a side run. The problem with this is you can look way ahead to see how far you have to go, and mentally, it might seem like you have ALL THAT WAY to go. When, in reality, it's about the same distance. But, he did it and didn't complain too much, so I was proud of him for the effort.
While waiting for Spawn to take his shower before bed, the phone rang. I answered and it was the wife's sister. She told me that they had rescued a 4-6 week old kitten and that it would make a great addition to our family. Um, no. I handed the phone to the wife. I'm opposed to it, but I can tell from the look on her face when she hung up that we may own a new cat by the time I get home from work tonight. That would make four cats, people. Four. Three is tolerable. Four makes you those crazy cat people down the street. Oh, and don't forget the new baby that is due on December 1st. See, the issue here is that the wife is VERY pregnant and is nesting. She's been reading all these baby magazines, too. Anything that is baby-like (re: kittens) makes her judgement, well, not what it should be. Of course, this is the same woman who has been known to cry at commercials if they are sappy enough. I've seen it. Honest.
After Spawn went to bed, I sat down and watched a C-movie from the SciFi channel. Watching movies on SciFi is like opening Forrest Gump's box of chocolate...you're just never sure of what the hell you're going to get. Most times, it's something you don't like even though you thought you might. I guess there was a time about 20 years ago when I was a teenager that I might have found Dungeons and Dragons 2: Wrath of the Dragon God a compelling movie. Apparently, my tastes have matured somewhat. All I can say is that Tivo = a good thing.
While in the middle of the this epic film (sic), Teekers started chasing a moth that had gotten in the house. Well, it was about 10 seconds later that Jack apparated out of nowhere ('cause he's SO DAMN COOL) and took to the task. He needed assistance to get to higher ground, but once he had that, he was in full-on hunt mode. It was less than 5 minutes later and he had bagged himself a moth.
Gulp.
Still, it was good to be outside. After following the many orders of the getting-to-be-very-pregnant wifey, we ordered some Mexicano food from Ted's. Spawn and I went to fetch and deliver. Good stuff, of course. Can't do better than Ted's for Mexican around here. About an hour of resting and digesting, Spawn and I decided to go for our occassional nightly run. We took another route this time, which was nice for me. I think he just saw it as harder work because instead of running the familiar neighborhood loop, we did a straight run down a side run. The problem with this is you can look way ahead to see how far you have to go, and mentally, it might seem like you have ALL THAT WAY to go. When, in reality, it's about the same distance. But, he did it and didn't complain too much, so I was proud of him for the effort.
While waiting for Spawn to take his shower before bed, the phone rang. I answered and it was the wife's sister. She told me that they had rescued a 4-6 week old kitten and that it would make a great addition to our family. Um, no. I handed the phone to the wife. I'm opposed to it, but I can tell from the look on her face when she hung up that we may own a new cat by the time I get home from work tonight. That would make four cats, people. Four. Three is tolerable. Four makes you those crazy cat people down the street. Oh, and don't forget the new baby that is due on December 1st. See, the issue here is that the wife is VERY pregnant and is nesting. She's been reading all these baby magazines, too. Anything that is baby-like (re: kittens) makes her judgement, well, not what it should be. Of course, this is the same woman who has been known to cry at commercials if they are sappy enough. I've seen it. Honest.
After Spawn went to bed, I sat down and watched a C-movie from the SciFi channel. Watching movies on SciFi is like opening Forrest Gump's box of chocolate...you're just never sure of what the hell you're going to get. Most times, it's something you don't like even though you thought you might. I guess there was a time about 20 years ago when I was a teenager that I might have found Dungeons and Dragons 2: Wrath of the Dragon God a compelling movie. Apparently, my tastes have matured somewhat. All I can say is that Tivo = a good thing.
While in the middle of the this epic film (sic), Teekers started chasing a moth that had gotten in the house. Well, it was about 10 seconds later that Jack apparated out of nowhere ('cause he's SO DAMN COOL) and took to the task. He needed assistance to get to higher ground, but once he had that, he was in full-on hunt mode. It was less than 5 minutes later and he had bagged himself a moth.
Gulp.
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