The Gayification of a Father and Petsmart
Kristina came home from college Sunday with her favorite movie in tow--Phantom of the Opera. Even though she's yet to see the Broadway production, she's been in love with the story and the music for years. When the actual movie version came out, she became practically epileptic. Naturally, this meant we all had to watch the movie several times in her presence (she wanted proof positive.) The only hold back all these months has been my husband, Rune. But last night, he had run out of excuses. The begging was intolerable and the evoking of those "if you were a good father you'd watch this with me" guilt feelings rose to a fevered pitch. He warned us of his deep seated fear behind watching this musical--that he'd turn gay--be we ignored him. Thing is, he watched the entire movie with a sappy grin on his face and demanded we pause it when he had to get up and do something important, I dunno, something about a kitchen fire or wetting his pants, I'm not sure. We continued watching without any problems, but I'll have to say I became I got alittle unnerved when he started going over new wallpapering ideas and fluffing the accent cushions on the sofa. Without delay, I sent him away to gap a couple of spark plugs, hold a belching contest after a few beers and rotate the tires on my car.
On another subject--Michelle has a new job! She'll be working at Petsmart--get this--cleaning out cages. She was so excited to get to job, probably because she will no longer have to get money out of my white knuckled fist by groveling on bloodied knees. Anyway, she got the job after two interviews, drug testing, etc. She said she was a slam dunk because she talked about all the various animals she has owned from exotic birds and salt water tropical fish to lizards and snakes that grow big enough to reqire a daily diet of goats. Obviously, she neglected to mention just how many went through that figurative revolving door from her room to the graveyard. Hmmm. If they only knew!