Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Boss had to work on Saturday afternoon which left me alone with the girls with just one errand to run. All I had to do was run to the post office to get some stamps and mail off a letter. "I got this," or so I thought.
With the girls safely loaded in the truck, we were on our way to send a letter. As usual, I shuffled from one radio station to the next as I always do to prove to "Tall Stack," (one of millions of nicknames we have for our first born) that I know every single song on the radio and that I can sing them in an American Idol finalist sort of fashion. She is never as impressed with my obvious talents as I am. She never actually says that I am a horrible singer but I can tell by the look of disgust that she tries to hide from me as to not hurt my feelings.