The Yard: The Base for Adult Tag

BGOBGAI! Quickie:

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When I was a child (no, correction…when I was a physical child, since my maturity age is still firmly in the teens), I often wondered why my father spent so much time outside working in the yard.  Clearly work had to be done, but he seemed to relish the time it took him to go outside and do the lawn, rake the leaves, etc.

Now I know.

This weekend my daughter was doing her best to anger her mother, who by some weird coincidence, is also my wife.  My daughter was acting stupidly, which is normally my territory but I let her give it a go, and I saw that little twitch on my wife’s face that indicated the volcano was about to blow.

So here I am, outside, listening to a podcast on my IPhone.  Now I understand what my pappy saw in yard work…

It’s base in our game of marriage/father tag. Ha, can’t touch me!


Published by Alan Reese

Greetings blog wanderers and seekers of truth, or whatever truth appears to be from the mind of a warped individual. You have reached the inner sanctum of some guy named Alan. Having graduated college sometime shortly after the Earth cooled, he finds himself in his late 30's and working out in the real world. His humor is dry and his outlook not so serious and somehow has picked up the nasty habit of writing about himself in the third person. He is married with child and loves his family, sports and, of course, his beloved video games...likelihood of his growing up? Not good. Are you an established site or magazine looking for a writer? Drop me a line if you are interested.

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