I got sick last week.  I had the coffee fever.  I’ve never had it before, but something tells me this isn’t the last time I’ll be battling the caffeine fiend.  I don’t know how the hell I caught it.  I thought I had built up a resistance to it by ingesting un-godly amounts of Dr. Pepper over the last 20 years or so, but like preventative antibiotics, eventually it became useless.

It started one evening when I was enjoying a nice cool glass of vitamin P and the thought occurred to me; wouldn’t it be great if they could make this taste bitter?  Maybe they could make it hot too; and serve it in a mug with really stupid sayings on it.  Or maybe put a radio station logo on there.  The PR implications are endless when you think about it.  The next day at the grocery store I ventured down an aisle I knew existed; but had never had the courage to steer my gimp wheeled cart down; The Coffee Aisle.  

The NukeBoys had been begging since August for a sleep over of Greek Navy proportions.  They both stated that having three guests EACH would make for a memorable event.  “It’ll be a blast!” they said.  Yeah, so are IED’s. 

We convinced them that three guests each was too many and they reluctantly agreed to two.  Each time the momentous occasion got close on the calendar, something would come up to delay it. 

Finally, yesterday, we agreed that tonight would be the best night to have it since they were out of school. NukeMom was all for it because she knew she could beat a hasty retreat upstairs and leave the management to me since she had to work the next day. 

Her idea and she bails on her Wingman.

I caught a lady giving me the "Stink-Eye" the other day at the store.  She saw that Nukeboy1 was wearing his AC/DC Highway to Hell t-shirt.  That must have been her hot button.  I glanced away for a minute and then thought better of it.  I looked over at her, met her gaze and said; "What a great album, huh?"  You'd think I'd just punched her in the gut.  She took her cart and moved down two more registers.  Good riddance. 

What is it with people today thinking that all kids are idiots (except their own) and that most of the parents are as well (except for them)?  If you can get past the Jerry Springer and Reality TV aspect for a minute, you'll realize that things today aren't really that different from when you grew up.  People love a train wreck.  That lady in the store probably doesn't own any Rock albums, and that's fine; but don't chastise me or my child because we do.  Does she think that we have an altar in our house for worshiping the God of Heavy Metal?  Even if we did, is it affecting her?      

Recent news that the Iranians had photoshopped extra missiles into a picture to make it appear that they were more bad ass than they actually are got me thinking.  What if you could Photoshop emotion into your pictures?  Remember your Prom night picture? There you are looking all handsome in your rented tux; too bad they forget to hem your pants.  

The look on your face tells the viewer that you are less than pleased, which causes them to investigate.  Why would this young man look so upset on such a festive day?  Well, look at his pants!  No wonder he's scowling.  Didn't he try them on before he left the tux shop? No? Oh. Well, serves him right then.