I have to paint my kid's bathroom today. Which means I have to sand the drywall and that creates dust. Lots of dust. Which sucks. BUT....
It's also my second son's birthday, so happy birthday Dangeresque! 12 years old. My God I feel old.
And so, in the footsteps of old guys everywhere, I'll put on my favorite pair of vaguely urine scented, threadbare corduroys, then go to the party and eat the tiny piece of cake that my nurse will allow me. Then I'll sit too close to my son's closest friend and pick at my ear hair while breathing too hard through my nose on to his neck.
Or, as I like to call it, Friday.