Hangin' With The Boys

By Chris

School's out. Work's out. So, dad and the boys are hangin' out. I'm writing this from Sam's Club, where we thought it would be a good idea to get new tires on the car and hang out. We've been here more than 1.5 hours. It could be another 1.5 hours, according to the tire man. We're sitting in the food area now talking nonsense and drinking icees. So far, we've sat in every indoor and outdoor chair. We took in a few minutes of "Remember the Titans" in one of the sample entertainment "rooms" they have set up on the floor. We touched most of the computers and plugged an Ipod into a stereo system, thanks to Carl the friendly associate. We bought a birthday cake and got writing put on it. Ran into an old neighbor and chatted. Sampled some lasagna and some yogurt. Compared the nutritional value of Gatorade vs. G2 (G2 has half the calories and half the sugar). We've had a brain freeze contest (who can drink icee the longest and fastest without giving in to brain freeze.). We went to the restroom and checked our blood pressure. We debated whether a work van or pickup truck is better if you had a job like painter or carpenter ("Trucks are more mighter than vans," asserted Ben. "No, work vans are more mightier than trucks, retorts Nick ... "Spell evaporation! I can make evaporation by breathing on my Icee ... Watch." "You've never seen your real self, only yourself in a mirror .. I've seen your real self and it's ugly" ..."I see dad's real self and he looks grumpy" "That lady put a whole pound of relish on her hot dog" ... "There's a trampolene hanging over our head ... I hope it falls on your head" ..

Uggggghhhh