Played “Purple Rain” in the car for the kids. They thought it was nice. I realized they would never have it burned into their souls, blaring from a cheap DJ booth in a middle school gym, wearing shoes that look nice but pinch, hand-me-down jeans and his heart in his throat, praying for the nerve to ask that perfectly beautiful magical girl to dance but instead standing frozen wondering if he just lost some weight and learned to spike his hair like the cool guys maybe she would love him. You’re right kids, it is a nice song. And a helluva time machine.
Month: October 2015
Car’s running
Me: “Now that I’m losing some weight, I think maybe I’ll start lifting weights again. If I got a little definition in my shoulders and arms, I’d consider some Viking tattoos.”
Wonderful Wife: “What kind of weights? I’ll go buy them right now.”
Me: “I’ll take that as supporting my goals.”
WW: “Let’s go now. Here’s my debit card.”
It’s the Law
Very Vocal Vikings Immovable Law of Parenting:
The frequency and intensity of child drama increases exponentially the later you get after their bedtime.
Very Vocal Viking 