  Aren't they great? I could've used another day off, truth be told. I didn't really do much of anything, aside from hanging out with my guys, going to a playdate at a local water park, and hanging out with my family... Ah, my family. My Grandad's 80somethingth birthday was Sunday. He actually almost died in late June of heart failure. He flatlined twice en route to the hospital. It's amazing that he's still here. He was very different on Sunday. I'm by no means his favorite grandchild (or if I was, I never felt that way), but he was completely and totally fixated on Collin a good part of our visit.
You could look through the crowd of people and see him on the other side and he'd be looking at him, just smiling, grinning from ear to ear. It was kind of cute. My whore cousin was there with her new FOTW (fuck of the week). I guess that was what he was. In my mind, she owes me for bringing her several FOTWs ago boy toy to my wedding, saying they were "serious.
" Until she found out he didn't have a job. How serious can you be without KNOWING that someone doesn't have a job? GMAFB. My beef with her is not only that she's a total skank, but she's constantly up in Mickey's business when we're around, which I find totally disrespectful. Mickey gags just thinking about it, so I suppose the upside is getting a good laugh at his faux barfing noises. Anyway, she was there with her new FOTW, and from what I could gather, his teenage daughter, her boyfriend, and his younger daughter.
Who brings all those people to a first time family meet? I thought it was pretty bold. As she does any time Mickey is not there for whatever reason, hunting/working/whatever, she asked where Mickey was. No greetings to me or anything like that, just a "Where's Mickey? " Next time, I think I may just reply with an "In my pants, eating my cooter," just for shock value.
I also ordered Collin's first political T-Shirt on Friday. I can't wait for it to come in. I think it will be a cool keepsake - a piece of his place in history. I plan on finding a lot of dated type t-shirts for him and then recycling them into a jersey-knit quilt of sorts when he gets older (I know, high ambitions). I'd love it if I had a quilt that said "Mondale in '84" and other similar musings. Wouldn't that be great? 
