Home, for the moment.

I got home last night, finally.  The boy came home this morning and we got the dog to the groomers.  Boy went to work with me and we got the un-smellified dog this afternoon.  This is all wonderful, but I found out that when the wifey comes home tomorrow, I have exactly 7 hours to spend with her before I haul ass to the SF Bay Area! FUCK!  I guess I'll call Gaara to see if he's got room on the couch. 

I told the boss today that I could only go to work if I took the boy with me, so he tagged along and was great company.  We have a young guy at work who always likes to show Tyler stuff, so they're great pals.  I get a kick out of it when they trade insults.  Nothing off color, but always funny.  My boy told this guy that he looked like Barf from Spaceballs and ragged him when they guy admitted to never seeing it.  Ty told us to call him Mog (half-man, half dog, I'm my own best friend!) all day and we brought work to a halt when the manager called him that during a conversation. 

Another story about the boy- when I bought my godson the I <3 Boobies shirt (look in a previous post if you haven't seen it), I couldn't find one in Tyler's size.  I apologized to him for not buying one for him (Wifey wouldn't let him wear it anyway), but he tells me that it's okay.  And I quote: "I need one that says I <3 Big Butts."

My son, ladies and gentleman, is an ass man.  God, I love that kid.

I think I'll keep him.