So Sunday we went to the lumber store, all four of us. This was probably not the highlight of
My lady's week, but she took it with good grace and at least pretended to be interested, even though she was probably thinking of taking a nap as I argued with the "Lumber Expert" which translates to, "Teenage kid with lots of zits."
"Cedar is on sale this week and it's good wood."
"Yeah, i want some of that to make a hope chest, for the kid, but you don't make bookshelves out of cedar."
"But cedar is on sale this week!"
The girls seemed to like the place. Smelling all the nice wood and all such. Yeah, they appreciate the smell of good wood, just like their daddy. Of course, they might be thinking "Can I sharpen my claws on this, so I can peirce daddy's nose a little easier?" but still, love of wood is a love of wood.
When we got out, I asked Sonya if I could make it up to her by going to the anime store, but it seems she's found places online where she can get the stuff cheaper. I have to laugh at that, I mean, we've got more money that we're going to spend in our lifetimes, but she still tries to cut those corners. Well, if it makes her happy, I ain't gonna complain.
Today was cooking class. We made some beef stew dish with red wine. My
youngest son kept asking if he could use gatoraide instead of wine. I gotta give my
grandson credit, he has a lot of patience dealing with him. It can't be easy raising your dad, you know?
I also helped
Piper get her ID the other day. Yeah, and all of you probably though my hanging out in that dive bar all the time was nothing but trouble right? Hah, shows you. I've gotten to know all the "right" wrong people. And they were able to set her up. I just felt bad that I had to take her into that world for a bit. She's a good kid, or I should say a good young woman, and well, let's just say some of these folks we had to do business were are scummy. I did do a good job of warning them if they even looked at her the slightest bit funny, I'd shove their heads up their asses, so they could spend the rest of their lives staring at their large intestines, and they believed me, but still. Sometimes you gotta mess with scum to get what you want, but you just try not to get too dirty.
Then again, it wasn't that long ago that I was considered space trash or worse. Food for thought, eh?