Let the long weekend begin.

I am back. This will be short as I have the Lad here with me. He is on a caffeine high, which means he will be more talkative than usual. He is just yapping away and somehow saying nothing. Oh well.

He and I are not going to the Outlaws. We are off to the Blue Jays game. I am ambivalent about going. My brother in law, in his normal half-assed way, keeps saying "if you and (the Lad) want to go to a game, I'll go with you". Now, I am not sure what I get out of that deal. If he offered to take the Lad that would be one thing. He has NEVER spent time alone with the Lad (he is fucking like his father in that and many regards), yet he "wants" to go to the game, of course, if I am going. It is reminding me of Paul Reiser's character in the classic movie, "Diner", who cannot ask for something directly.

I actually thought he would take the Lad to the game, so that I could go to the Outlaws. I figure that I should see them as much as possible while I can. Of course, they are his parents and he has dibs, though he has NEVER exercised them, the dibs, before. Anyway, I am heading down with the Lad, while the Wife will take him home from the Outlaws.

Well, that is all I have to bitch about right now. Have a great weekend. I plan to and will enjoy my time alone, among thousands of others, with the Lad. Ciao!