AS LONG AS THE SPEED-DIAL IS SET FOR PIZZA DELIVERY, THIS SHOULD NOT BE A PROBLEM
Women leave town and children in the hands of men
(Thanks to DavCat)
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January 25, 2008
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We could do all of those things with our kids that Mom doesn't allow. Grand Theft Auto with the 7-y-o? Sure! Hunting squirrels in the back yard with the .22 rifle? Sure! Chocolate cake for breakfast? Sure!
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | January 25, 2008 at 09:21 AM
Where do I sign up??
(don't get me wrong - I do love my wife...)
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | January 25, 2008 at 09:22 AM
"Woohoo... Break out the shotgun and skeet launcher, Junior, and we can do the dishes."
Posted by: Bãrön vønKlýff | January 25, 2008 at 09:31 AM
My wife takes retreats with her sister every other year or so. The family takes vacations on the years my wife doesn't go. I don't have to use my vacation days to cover the household.
It's a great opportunity to bond with the kids. Duct tape is a great parenting tool.
Posted by: Man around the House | January 25, 2008 at 09:36 AM
I wonder how many women actually come back.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | January 25, 2008 at 09:38 AM
Shoot. Been there, done that.
You ought to see the house 6 YEARS after Mom has been gone. It's a veritable living history museum of drive through petrified burgers, pizza boxes, piles of clothes, toys, DVDs and PS2 games, school papers from 2002,3,4.....
Posted by: Meditrina | January 25, 2008 at 09:47 AM
I'm up for it. Where do *I* sign up???
Oh wait! Annie, we have to come back??
Posted by: Siouxie | January 25, 2008 at 10:14 AM
Buh-bye, don't let the door hit your *ahem* on the way out.
Which is it? Equal or special? Pick one.
I'll be over here, cooking, working a full-time job, fixing the car and doing laundry when you make up your minds.
If.
Posted by: circuit7 | January 25, 2008 at 10:46 AM
AS LONG AS THE SPEED-DIAL IS SET FOR PIZZA DELIVERY, THIS SHOULD NOT BE A PROBLEM
As long as the speed dial is set to 911, it should not be a problem
911 Operator: what's your emergency?
Dad: I don't know, junior is turning a weird shade of green
911 Operator: did he consume anything out of the ordinary?
Dad: No, just eight slices of pizza, two junior whoppers, two glasses of chocolate milk, a bag of cheetos, two small bags of potato chips, a six pack of regular pepsi, a bag of frozen bon-bons, I am not sure but I think he got into the playdough, I only had my back turned for a second ...
Posted by: Rosie | January 25, 2008 at 12:00 PM
Just dial 1-800-AU-PAIRS
Posted by: JEC666 | January 25, 2008 at 01:24 PM
911: State your emergency.
Kid: I need help with math.
Posted by: MOTW | January 25, 2008 at 01:30 PM
Tries linkie again
Posted by: MOTW | January 25, 2008 at 01:30 PM
*cries laughing at MOTW's link*
Posted by: DeskDiva | January 25, 2008 at 02:24 PM
LOL at MOTW's link.
Posted by: Rosie | January 25, 2008 at 04:19 PM
ROFL that poor parental unit.
Posted by: Circuit7 | January 25, 2008 at 04:40 PM
"How hard can it be?"
Famous last words!
Posted by: rebekah | January 25, 2008 at 04:47 PM
Well, of course, DPC. Chocolate cake has eggs! and milk! and wheat! You just gotta make sure you have grapefruit juice to go with it.
Posted by: Richard the Weasel-Hearted | January 25, 2008 at 07:20 PM
I'd *pay* my son's mother to leave town and leave us alone. We'd both be in heaven.
Posted by: catman | January 25, 2008 at 10:52 PM