Just wanted to say it. We went out to breakfast to Jinky's, a neighborhood breakfast place, and it was packed at 8:30 am. I was too late to make a reservation at the Cheesecake Factory for their special brunch but I assured my wife there were plenty of other LA eateries happy to overcharge for an omelet.
So we had a great breakfast, and you know in a restaurant you are on a strict time schedule. After about twenty minutes (30 if you’re lucky) it’s fidget followed by meltdown followed by a police report. Anytime I’m in a restaurant with the kids, as I frantically search for the waitress I glance and smile at the little darlings but in my head I just hear tick, tick, tick, tick, etc.
But all was well. We got them out while still in the fidget stage.
I got Audge two pairs of pajama comfort pants to “replace the rags she wears at night”. I don't care "how comfortable they are". Get rid of them. OK, perhaps I should not have written that in the card, but too late now.
So it’s a special day, and all Moms deserve it. They are the unsung heroes of the world and should be treated well this special day. And occasionally, they even deserve new pants.
About Me
- Chris Mancini
- A comic and a filmmaker, Chris has written and directed many films, shows, and people who were lost looking for the mall. He has screened and spoken at various prestigious festivals including Slamdance, HBO’S US Comedy Arts festival, and at Comic-Con in San Diego. But nothing could have prepared him for the ultimate 2001ish surreal space baby adventure: Fatherhood.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Happy Mother's Day
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My wife wears the rattiest things to bed, too. Threatening to get rid of them is akin to threating to hurt kittens or something.
where the f*uck are my new pants? Hey do you like my new swearing technique? See you tomorrow on our DORK CAST! Did I spell technique right? It looks very wrong.
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