Another St. Patrick's Day is in the books. Aside from guzzling Shamrock Shakes and amusing myself by speaking in an Irish brogue and making the kids refer to me as "Paddy O'Daddy" and "Da", not too much celebratin' took place. Deanna and I hope to rectify that in the near future with a kid-free jaunt to New Orleans, where we will celebrate being in New Orleans without kids.
Another birthday in the books recently for me as well. From the things that make me feel old file:
1. I recently had to ask the bartender at a Wicker Park bar what the kids are drinking with the Red Bull these days. Vodka, as it turns out. Still, I guess I should get some style points for being in a Wicker Park bar at all, even if I needed Red Bull to stay out past 10.
1. I recently had to ask the bartender at a Wicker Park bar what the kids are drinking with the Red Bull these days. Vodka, as it turns out. Still, I guess I should get some style points for being in a Wicker Park bar at all, even if I needed Red Bull to stay out past 10.
2. The twins like to run their hands over my unshaven weekend face and say "rrrrooouuugh!" Then, to reinforce their point, they run their hands over my bald head and say "smooooooove."
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