Old Man Winter Has It In for Me
So ideally the evening will go like this: it's super cold out today, and Emmet and Papi have Scouts tonight. I plan to start a nice pot of ribollita, and we can eat it with a baguette and the leftover olive spread from New Year's. Sounds pretty nice, right?
Here is a more realistic scenario: I will barely get through the store in time to pick the kids up. I will have to make the ribollita while dragging them through their homework for two hours. I will get distracted and burn the bread. Papi will walk in the door to black smoke and a sobbing wife and two unwashed children mesmerized by low-rent cartoons on Qubo. Then he will have to face 20 eight-year-old boys and entertain/educate them for an hour.
I mean, sometimes I wonder why he doesn't go out for a pack of cigarettes and never come back.
Here is a more realistic scenario: I will barely get through the store in time to pick the kids up. I will have to make the ribollita while dragging them through their homework for two hours. I will get distracted and burn the bread. Papi will walk in the door to black smoke and a sobbing wife and two unwashed children mesmerized by low-rent cartoons on Qubo. Then he will have to face 20 eight-year-old boys and entertain/educate them for an hour.
I mean, sometimes I wonder why he doesn't go out for a pack of cigarettes and never come back.
You've got something coming in the mail to look forward to! It's not alcohol but I think it'll make you AND Papi feel warm and fuzzy.
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