Took them to a gorgeous lakeside restaurant for dinner and a few drinks. The boys were hilarious and very well behaved. Dad paid (SCORE!) Dad and Spouse went to watch Footbal (SCORE AGAIN!) Tomorrow we go to the Thanksgiving Feast and then who knows.
But... Bug felt warm tonight when we got home and didn't seem quite himself. I hope he was just tired from staying up late and and running around. I hope he's not getting sick!
ETA: SHIT MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKER.
Spouse's boss is with them at the bar. He just called and left me a VM. Something about there is a book that we're going to get you at B&N. I think you're dad wants you to read it, Glenn Beck's Arguing with Idiots. What this means is that the boss started in on his Republican vitriol (fueled no doubt by alcohol) and I'm certain that my dad agreed with him. And I'm also certain that he let my dad know in no uncertain terms where I stand on any number of issues--since I've been especially vocal with him.
The can of worms, she is open.
FUCK.
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