I expect this story to be optioned into a multimilliondollar movie franchise by the end of the day. (Quote of the Day)

"What kiss-asses."

-- Sweetie.

Both Mr F and Mr Bunches are in 4k, and Mr Bunches' teacher sends home a newsletter each week that updates people on the class and what they're doing. This week, the teacher noted that some parents were saying there should be more homework.

I second Sweetie's emotion, even though Mr Bunches' homework usually only amounts to doing things like this having to draw and/or tell a story about a stuffed animal that was sent home, as he had to do one day, when we created a stunning work of original fiction that I like to call "The Fish Story: A Memoir."

It's sort of Hemingway-esque. First, we drew a fish, as required, me handing Mr Bunches the crayons and him drawing and coloring it in. Then, I said:

"You have to tell a story about the fish. What do you want to say about the fish?"

Mr Bunches thought a second, and then said his fish story, which I helped him write down:

That says "I drew a fish," in case you were having trouble reading it. It's a true-life, coming of age tale.

You're better than PB&J. You know you are.

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Periodically, Sweetie will have herself something to do at night, leaving me in charge of (a) Mr F and Mr Bunches, and (b) what we eat for dinner.

What Mr F and Mr Bunches eat for dinner is easy:  Generally, some cheese puffs, milk, and chocolate chip cookies.  What I eat for dinner is more problematic, because I am not a good cook of most things, and the things I CAN cook well (frozen pizza) we don't always have.

Which means that ordinarily, if Sweetie is gone for the night, I either share in the cheese puffs, OR I have something like "peanut butter and jelly," which is all well and good, except that it's neither well nor good, in that I sometimes don't WANT to eat PB&J.

What I WANT is good food that I don't have to spend thirty hours preparing and will inevitably mess up making and end up with a gloppy, burnt mess, like the time I tried to make "Cincinnati Chili" only to end up forgetting I was making "Cincinnati Chili" and going off to play video games until the Chili nearly burnt down the apartment.

So you can see why I was so excited about the new line of T.G.I. FRiDAY’S “Entrées for One” frozen food options.  They've got nine new entrées made up of stuff that ordinarily you have to go to T.G.I. FRiDAY’S  to get, only I never get to do that on Sweetie's nights out because she hides the credit cards and Mr F doesn't like to go out to eat.

T.G.I. FRiDAY'S frozen entrees fix that problem by having actual good meals that I can make from scratch:  good meals like their grilled chicken mac & cheese, something I couldn't believe I was able to get and have at home and make for myself:

Who DOESN'T love grilled chicken?  Not me. I don't not love...  Wait, that's a lot of negatives.  I love grilled chicken, and grilled chicken is one of those things that's almost impossible to make, at least for me.  But the T.G.I. FRiDAY'S frozen grilled chicken and macaroni manages to be easy to make and still be delicious.  It tastes like real restaurant food -- little chunks of grilled chicken mixed in with mac and cheese that's got like four different kinds of cheese in it, and is all creamy and not sticky (or burnt.)  It's perfect -- so good it almost tempts Mr Bunches to stray from the chocolate chip cookies.

T.G. I. FRiDAY'S just introduced all these frozen meals, and they want to hype them, and I'm more than glad to help them out, because I wholeheartedly support anything that's delicious and easy to make.  But they're doing more than just asking ME to help them out.  They're also having a "Fun Freezer contest," to see who can deck out their freezer with the most flair, and you can vote on who should win.  Voting goes until October 20th, so hurry up and vote, orver at  www.facebook.com/TGIFridaysFre…

And then get off your butt and go pick up some of the frozen dinners. Because you're better than PB&J.  I know I am.

That I had done (Friday's Sunday's Poem/Hot Actress)

A POEM FOR SIR PAUL MCCARTNEY
by Aldo Kraas.


I know
That
You know
That
A safe heaven
Can be found
For you
And
I want to tell you
That I had done
My sea voyage
In a sailing ship
A few months
Ago

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About the poem: I mentioned in this post that I had once written, and played, and recorded on the Internet for posterity, a song called If I Was Paul McCartney, so when you're done reading this you should go read that and then go listen to the song, but then I wondered whether other people themselves had written stuff about Paul McCartney, who, for some reason, is on my mind a lot this week. I've tweeted about him and mentioned him in a comment on another blog and I'm probably about two steps away from being hit with a restraining order.

Ever have one of those weeks, where you can't get your mind off of a former-moptop rock star from England?

So it's just me, then?

Anyway, I found this poem by googling poems about Paul McCartney, and I liked it, and there you go. Now you've got him on your mind, too.

About the Hot Actress: Sweetie and I were debating yesterday whether I have a skewed perception of who's hot, because I think Maggie Gyllenhaal is pretty and also like Xena: Warrior Princess, who I think looks a lot like Sweetie only Sweetie is about a foot shorter than Xena. So I pointed out that I also thought that Penny from "Happy Endings" is pretty and that I thought Jennifer Aniston is pretty, too, which is kind of a weird position to be in for a husband: arguing with your wife that you think people are pretty.

We left it at "Sweetie is kind of crazy," although I didn't tell her that's where we left it. And then today I texted her to see who should be the Hot Actress and she didn't reply in the time it took me to put this whole post up, so I went with Sofia Vergara, who was another actress I mentioned as thinking she was hot, because when you throw down the gauntlet and tell that I don't think hot people are hot, I will prove you wrong and I will mention a lot of hot people.

Which, again, kind of a weird argument to have, but I won it, so there.