Today dad's busy schedule of sitting around was interrupted by a trip to Barnes and Noble. Armed with the knowledge that Target is not a bastion of well-spaced seats, we also knew B&N is. So he spent some time sitting in their armchairs looking at "French for Dummies," then took a turn around the store, sat down in the travel section and looked at a few cookbooks for heart-healthy foods.
He ended up with a biography of Alexander Hamilton.
He took a couple of naps and read his P.G. Wodehouse — I mean, really, he's obsessed, and that's not necessarily a good thing because Wodehouse wrote something like 200 books — and Jennifer Pierce from Heifer dropped by. Although they talked about work the most stressful moment for dad was when I refused to make a left on Shackelford because I couldn't see traffic coming from the right. He got all cussy and het up and I reminded him it wasn't like he had anywhere to be. Also, I gave him a little GMR driving philosophy — I don't turn until I'm psychologically ready. And that is why I don't have accidents (knock on wood and never mind that time I scraped dad's car against that other car while parking).
Although we watched the news, and that was pretty much it for TV today, mom walked in on us rubber-necking "Being Bobby Brown." Dad was horrified at the rudeness and flat-out appallingly cracked-out behaviour of the Brown family (which includes Miss Whitney Houston). At least Ozzy Osbourne isn't the only example of why you should stay away from drugs on the TV.
Mom's ordering Chinese, and I'm getting ready to go to the pool with Hannah and Suzy. It's 103 with the heat index outside, so this will be fun.
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