More Movies Minecraft
and MEL!
Mami withdrawal was
running pretty high during the night for Anabelle, but her spirits rose after
getting some sleep.
She flexed her baby
sitting muscles, if there are such things, watching Veronica and Morgan while
Aurora went to art camp and the same place we painted the spooky trees.
Upon her return the kids
all showed Auntie Kim the Scooby Doo KISS movie. It was Anabelle’s third viewing, because that
level of insanity deserves excessive sharing.
They all went over to
Grandma’s to continue having fun the rest of the day, while I spent the day
having meetings and creating spreadsheets about product risk.
Yeah…that’s fair.
I came to two important
realizations:
A) It would be nice to spend more than ten
airport minutes with my wife after not seeing her for three weeks before
running back to work.
B) The two all-night cleaning sessions required
to prepare for her arrival had the potential to kill me if I didn’t have some
down time directly afterwards.
Therefore, I decided to
take off the day she arrived.
Grandma made pork
chops…and of course applesauce, causing bad Bogart impressions that once more
confused our kids by pop culture references they had no connection to.
I blame reality TV,
infomercials, and DVD sales for their dearth of knowledge of classically bad
old sit-coms.
Since that’s where we
were in our Mel Brooks viewing, Robin
Hood, Men in Tights was the chosen film of the night. As with just about every stupid film I
suggest, there was resistance, but the genius of Mel won them over quickly.
No one can resist the
Blinkin as lookout scene.
“Guessing.”
“I can see!!!!
With everyone on the
same Wi-Fi, a Minecraft party was mandatory afterwards.
Anabelle was both sad
and tired, reaching her separation limits.
She spent a while on the
couch. Cake Wars was not going to bore her to sleep under any
circumstances, leading Grandma to switch to a mystery.
Anabelle was intrigued
by that too, but eventually wound down enough to sleep.
I went home to begin the
turbo laundry and mass vacuuming stage at the end of any “Dad Alone” time
phase.
The vacuum blew a
circuit breaker that, in a staggering display of poor design that our home is
famous for, took out half the house.
In another staggering
display, there was much profanity.
Of course at the levels
of exhaustion I had reached, and facing a day of work before being out of the
office, I needed to have a short exercise session, and go to bed.
Deciding to “start”
watching Alien vs. Predator Requiem while
on the treadmill was a fairly foolish choice.
My never having seen it, and its being quantum levels better than the
first AvP film turned “start”
watching, to “start” “become engrossed in” “cheer a lot” and “finish” watching.
The minimal hours of
sleep did not prevent dreams this time, and my overtaxed mind served up a
whopper of a nightmare.
Sadly, it was totally
Xenomorph and Yautja free
Instead I found myself
in a band concert, without having practiced since 8th grade, no
music, no stand…and no saxophone.
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