And it’s supposed to be 67 and sunny. Are you as excited about it as Tim is? I doubt it, since Tim wrote his column about the GA St. Patrick’s Day parade in this month’s print version of FrontBurner. Are you as excited about it as I am? Doubtful, unless you, too, had this uncomfortable exchange with your wife on Sunday:
Wife: This weekend is not going to be one of those Greenville Avenue parades where you disappear and come home sometime after dark.
Me: Um, wait, let me check. Why, yes. Yes it is.
Wife: What are [our daughter] and I going to do?
Me: Um … try to keep up?
Weird that she didn’t laugh.
Solution? I started planning a vacation I can’t afford to Mexico for the whole family. Small price to pay for some extra leash. See you Saturday.
Party on, Wayne! Party on, Garth! See y’all at the finish line of the 5K!
Woowoo’s?
A few years ago, I took my sister to the parade. After watching one strip club float after another strip club float, my sister turned to me:
“We’re Irish, right?”
“Yep, Andrew Jesse came over through Ellis Island.”
“I don’t want to be Irish anymore.”
I tried to explain to her that the Irish were not responsible for Baby Dolls.