The morning wasn't an entire loss though. My wife took off with our girls to drop them off at their cousin’s house for the night. Meanwhile, I stayed home with the little man and mowed the yard. He followed me around with his plastic mower mimicking my every move. Pretty cute, really.
I’m not sure why, but I decided to mow bare-footed. Maybe I was too lazy to go inside and put on shoes. Maybe I just needed to feel liberated from the constraints of our society’s grass cutting footwear expectations. Either way, I hadn't had grass stains on my feet like that since I was a kid. It was kind of awesome.
Eventually the day evolved to simple laziness. Two kids gone. One taking a nap. Wife watching Army Wives.
Nothing else for a man to do than go to the basement and watch Billy Madison.
That lasted for about half the movie -- up until the point where peeing your pants becomes cool -- before I shut it down and turned on some music instead. Over the past several years, Hayes Carll has become a large part of my annual summer soundtrack. It only seemed fitting for such a lazy afternoon.
Then came the rain. And the ice cream. With Iron Man.
The Summer of Tim continues...