Friday Night's Alright for .......

I am back. I missed the past few days of posting as I was busy and then mentally fried. The weekend could not have come too soon for me. Yet, I did not get the rest I had hoped. Oh well. As much as I do not want to launch into the world of demented old men, I feel I must, as Friday evening was spent with the Outlaws. How can I resist?

All goes off without a hitch, meaning that my father in law is not getting in anybody's way and he is not pulling out bottles of soda to warm up by day. We eat, which was pretty uneventful, I mean I lived to tell about it, so how bad could it be? After dinner, the Lad did not broach the idea of playing basketball. I am not sure why that was, so I was content to just sit around.

My mother in law decides she wants to take the Lad, walk across the street and hit the variety store. The Wife says that the Lad will reject that notion, but he is up for it when asked. The three of them (mother in law, Wife and Lad) get set to head out. My father in law then pipes in to my mother in law "to be careful", "take it easy", and "cross at the lights". Well, thank you, Mr. fucking Obvious! What would they do without your sage fucking advice? Yeah, both the Wife and my mother in law are afraid to cross a narrow, non-busy street, so they are both going to save themselves the trouble of the 30 yard walk to the lights at the street corner.

I would not be so bothered by that obvious utterance had it been prefaced with "this is just for me because I cannot afford to lose you or I am so fucked because I do not remember anything really that has happened since 1975, so do not take any risk that may result in you getting hospitalized or dying and leaving me". That was what he was really saying.

That just got me to thinking. Fuck, what if my mother in law either dies first or worse, has an extended hospital stay? I do not want to contemplate what hell that would be....for me. I mean forget the rest of them, I would still have to live with the Wife and deal with all this shit. In that way, it is as if the Wife were an only child, because her siblings are useless.

I got to go and wipe away this cold sweat. I do not like this feeling. I may have to save us all the trouble. Anybody know Kevorkian's number, I know he is out of prison. Primed and ready to assist in suicide. Here, it would not be so much of an informed suicide as it would be euthansia, okay, it is out and out fucking homicide. It would be done selfishly and with forethought, not cruelty, though. Man, I am talking about first degree murder here. What am I, nuts? I am not going to that dark place. Besides, I prefer my homicidal fantasies to be rage based.

Forget I mentioned it. I would not do that. At least, not that you know of. Notice, I do not say "never" because I have to hold out the possibility, unlikely that it is.

I am done for now. Ciao! BTW, this is my 400th post. At this rate, I will hit my millennial post near 2010. I got to pick up the pace and post every single day.