Hooterific

This evening we went to Chucke Cheese with my kids and my nephews. It was ok, although I was in no mood to deal with other people's brats. Luckily the brats stayed away from me and my kids. Anyway, there was this guy, a father of two (that I could tell) who was wearing a Hooter's shirt. The printed part of the shirt said something like, "Got Milk? Got Beer? Got Hooters?" on the front of it. On the back of it was a bunch of autographs. I couldn't read what most of them said because it was pretty faded, but one I did catch said, "Breast Wishes!" Ahh, how proud his wife and boys must be of him. Now my wife and I don't always agree on everything, but when she said I wouldn't be allowed to wear that (not that I'd ever get one), I agreed one hundred percent. If everyone in this world were normal, what a boring place it would be.


In other news, I finished turning over the garden, so I'm ready to plant! Woo hoo!