My weekend

I officially, by the powers invested in me by the internet blog, declare this weekend to be My weekend. And it's started early. As all of you should know this Sun. is father's day or as I like to sometimes refer to it, motherf#*kers day, because after all that is how we earned the the right to be celebrated on this nice little holiday. But not only is Sun. motherhumpers day but it's also my birthday. Yes it was almost 38 years ago to the day when my mother's ob accidentally broke her water, he was trying to hurry and get home to get his hey in out of the field before the rain started. I don't guess he did. I was a couple weeks early, had to sit in an incubator a few days, I believe it was. I don't really remember. I'm giggly excited about my holiday/birthday for some very immature and self-centered reason- presents and cake. Yes, laugh if you will, scoff if you must. But I'm antsy with anticipation. Why? Well a few weeks back my lovely wife started asking for gift ideas and bibliophile that I am I ticked off a list of books I'd been wanting. So I'm terribly excited because in just two short days I might get some new books. Yeah! I'm such a geek. It's not like I don't have twenty something books sitting on my shelf waiting to be read and a to read list that stretches from here to kingdom come and passes through every library and Barnes and Noble/Books-a-million along the way. But the ones I asked for are really cool books. I know some of you may be thinking, as my wife did- All you want for your birthday are books? No, I also asked for an Fisher Space Pen, such a geek, and... and a nice pair of work gloves (put that in you geek pipe and smoke it). But wait. I know your thinking- you also mentioned cake. Yet again that dear wife and companion of mine (bone of my boner, flesh of my flesh- thats from the Bible, well sort of)ordered me an ice cream cake from DQ. Yum. So to kick this weekend off, I took a vacation day for tomorrow so that I can go see my daughters drama camp production -Wendy Welega wrote and directed it, it should be funny. Which means no stressful work tomorrow night. Saturday night Araine and I are planning to go see my bud Chris in GSCT's production of The Boys Next Door and then- bum,bum,bummmm- Sunday. Ribs from Hillbillys, books and maybe some other stuff and... cake. Yum.