Single Dad - Day 3

Another pretty good day. Tate and I didn't spend as much quality time together today as I might have liked thanks to the demands of my fantasy football league. Our draft was tonight, so I had to stick to the computer fairly closely for about an hour while I made my crappy selections.

My team, the DFW Mud Islanders, won the championship two years ago. I'll be the first to say it was a fluke, but hey, I got my ring (t-shirt, actually) and they'll never be able to take it away from me.

I also got paid -- about $200 -- which means I can basically play for free for the next few years (playing in fantasy leagues does cost actual money, like about $40/year mainly for franchise fees and player transactions, etc.).

Anyway, I wound up depending a little more heavily on television than I normally would. It really just meant that Tate got some bonus Wonder Pets adventures. I didn't hear him complaining. Personally, I think Ming-Ming and Tuck are sharing cages IF you know what I mean. Linny, meanwhile, is clearly gay.
But I digress.

We had McDonald's for dinner. I know McD's isn't exactly health food, but he did have apple slices and milk with his nuggets and later had about half of a banana, so it wasn't like I was pouring poison down his throat, either. Again, I didn't hear him complaining.

I would cook -- we have some pasta and some salad and some canned veggies -- but I just don't have the time or inclination to clean up the whole kitchen afterwards (did I mention we're selling our house so I have to keep it spotless? Yeah. Sucks.); I have plenty of cleaning and straightening to do every night as it is.

Meanwhile, Jenny called me from Hawaii today to say that she was eating fresh pineapple on a beach where some villagers were cooking a pig for her. Later -- after the massage -- they were going to throw a virgin into a volcano.


I have to go clean the turds out of the cat box now.