Yesterday after being with the kids all afternoon, kww got back from Master swim, uh sorry, Mas-Tah Sweem. Anyway, I had been attempting to read the Sunday paper unsuccessfully all day.
I want a bath and to read the paper. "shall I make you a martini?" Why...yes...
OK, those 50's suburban fathers of Leave it to Beaver fame did have a few things figured out. It turns out that 5:00 is the perfect time to have a martini while reading the paper and negecting the kids. Especially if the martini is vodka, dirty with 3 olives.
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Don't forget the bubbles. I wanted a photo. Watie in the bubble bath with the paper and a dirty martini--classic.
That could even be a 70's dad! My dad used to come home from work, take off his tie (yes, a tie!), fix himself and my mom a Manhattan and sit down to read the paper. I loved sitting next to him just to be close. My mom says I loved the feel of his shirts and would suck my finger while feeling his sleeve.
Aw- quiet time with dad.
There's a lot to be said for that kind of a Dad Moment. Change the vodka part to Tanquerey and I'm all over it!
eh, hem.
Too many martinis makes for a dull blog...
Maybe what's needed are MORE martinis! For a wild, wild blog!
I'll make more if that is what it takes!
We love and miss you Watie!!
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