My mom has not been feeling well so we had my dad over for dinner last night. Can I just say how proud I was that I successfully made an edible meal on an evening we had company? It seems like every time someone is over something goes horribly wrong and they are presented with a pile of slop a pig would turn its nose up at.
But back to my dad.
He informed that he is now listening to Don Imus on his way to work.
"I really hate Don Imus. Really hate him. If I was on a desert island with Don Imus [pause]
Adolf Hitler and [pause] Osama Bin Laden and I had a gun with only two bullets [pause, pause, exaggerated thinking face] I'd shoot Imus twice."
Look how even at 6 weeks old Wyatt is saying, "Is this guy for REAL?!"