I am home and finally in bed, although Ben is in here with us. And, it is 10pm, and I am tired. I did attempt to have him move to his own bed, but actually he threatened me, asking “do you want a pizza me?” And he laughed. I just found it all too funny to make him move. Plus, with him in a mischievous mood and in our bed, I have less chance of getting blamed for anything.He will be the primary suspect. So I am typing, he is talking, and she is snoring. And Scotty, he will be home in a few hours.
Yes, I know. Who wouldn’t envy this type of evening? I am sure most people. Being out on the town and doing something is really overrated…..at least that is what I keep telling myself. But the good news is that I have become what is known as the standard bearer for dullness on Saturday nights. So if a wife says, “we never do anything anymore,” or “you are so dull,” the husband can now reply, “Yes, but at least you are not married to Tom Tirman.” I have indeed set that bar that low! (Thank me later)
But for now let’s just all give a big cheer for mediocrity and dullness and call it a night. After all they say “there is no rest for the wicked,” and my night looks like sleep-a-plenty. So I am looking good………at least on paper. But my Saturday nights are oh so dull!
Goodnight my friends and God Bless!
Tommy+