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Daddy gets the afternoon all to himself

Few times in the course of stay-at-home daddyhood does an event like this happen. This, indeed, is historic.
I get to take my tail out of this house and go do whatever I want (within legal, moral and ethical bounds, of course). By myself. Alone.
Indeed, I say ... indeed.
Cherish's mother and grandmother are coming to take care of Willow for the afternoon, giving me a much-earned afternoon to myself.
And this is what I'm going to do: I'm going to find the manliest, biggest-waste-of-time, money-wasting, violent movie I can, and I'm going to lay down my wife's hard-earned dime, and I'm going to watch that movie.
My pick: "Immortals."
I read in the local paper this morning that "Immortals" was rated at only 1 1/2 stars. It's supposed to be a horrible movie.
Good.
I'm going to bask in the crappy escape from baby poo. I'm going to inhale the smell of stale popcorn and that what-the-heck-is-that?-pee? odor.
And I'm going to enjoy it.
P.S. Thank you, Brenda and Mo, for letting me go and waste my time. I've been craving it.
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  1. Kate G. SmithNovember 11, 2011 at 11:07 AM

    Ha! Oh, I sympathize. I used to tell Chris that the only time I REALLY had a "break" was when he had the kids and told me, "Go - leave the house and go do something for YOU." (That rarely happened.) But that feeling of freedom, even if only for a few hours, is soo precious. Enjoy your bad movie and popcorn!

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  2. Brian DunnNovember 12, 2011 at 9:27 AM

    The movie was bad, really bad, but I still enjoyed it. Going to see a movie is the experience in itself. But it was no "300." I went to the bookstore afterward, but I got lonely and started missing Miss Willow, so I went home.

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