GpaK had a cocktail (or two) by the time I got home last night. Probably just the equivalent of one since I watered down the Gin (thanks for the idea, Carol!)
Anyway, he was soooo happy, until he wasn't. I lamented a bit about the situation with my company, the dire outlook for the industry, how horrible it would be if the company didn't survive.
My (sympathetic) father said what any right-wing nut job would say: "That's what happens when you have a black democrat for president . . heh heh heh" So I said "Black?" He responded "OK, African American." As I stomped gracefully up the stairs I yelled "What does race have to do with it? Why is that the first thing that comes to your mind?"
Turns out it was the Gin talking. I got a legit apology when I returned to the kitchen. I'm pretty sure that since dinner was right around the corner, he felt that he needed to be sincere.
Later, after he went into his den to watch some crime show for the 743rd time, I turned on a taped episode of Project Runway. (Since GpaK commandeered the family room TV, I don't often get to watch my two favorite shows: Project Runway and Biggest Loser). Anyway, I was about halfway into PR when GpaK came back into the family room and sat down. Between the fashion content and the alternative lifestyles of one of the judges, and all the male contestants, GpaK was NOT having it, finally asking "What could you possibly get out of this show?" He promptly left the room.
Sucka!
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