Mood:
not sureTopic: Born into it
I'm right in the middle of another Dad visit, the first one in a while in fact. He's been meaning to stop by for about a year now and only just got things situated to where he could. Originally he would have been here for the actual day, but he had eyelid surgery that made him have to postpone things until yesterday.
So far the visit has been basically pleasant, which isn't a surprise. We basically get along, especially when I just go ahead and let him do all the talking. Hell, when the hubby got home I just let Dad talk to him while I got up and cooked dinner, because really, it was gonna be a lot of talking anyway.
He brought his little terrier with him this time. My sisters think this whole dog thing is funny as hell, and now I can see why. He just loves that little critter, talks to her all the time, talks about her all the time, dotes on her and everything. It's not quite that sickening level of pet parentage, but it's in the neighborhood. And that little dog just loves him - growls at anyone that gets too near him if you're not careful. Oy, his little baby!
I have no idea what the big plan is for tomorrow - I imagine he'll want to finish up the yardwork that we started yesterday. Now is that weird or what? He decided that the lawn was too shaggy (which it was, since the riding lawnmower has decided to go on strike, again), so he pushed the other mower while I lugged the weedeater around. He just loves all that crazy work shit. I figure we may end up hitting Clovis sometime this visit, maybe get a bottle of wine and hit some store for a bit of browsage.
Anyway, assuming nothing psychotic happens and I end up blurting out something stupid, this visit will be entirely tame and not worth another entry. I've got me fingers crossed.
