Awesome weather over the weekend – apparently we’re going to have one more cold-snap – but it will be brief… (or so sez the nice people at weather.com).

The POD from Florida arrived at my dad’s house so all three of us piled into the car and headed over to unpack it and stow the stuff into the garage.

Dad’s friend Bill was out joy ridding in his toy/car/penis in the beautiful weather and stopped by to say hello.

Bill’s toy/car/penis is a sweetly preserved 78′ Corvette… He bellyaches that the engine needs tweaking – but it sounds fine to us.

Pop kept showing the signs of getting choked up as we were puling stuff out of the POD he had obviously not laid eyes on since he was a boy.

I did my best to distract by teasing him and bill about their penises… No.. Not “those” penises. The one parked on the street and the brand new one in the garage…

“Hey dad! Look – Bill brought his cock too! – *insert string of suggestive jokes about peckers.*

I guess it’s just part of “the rules” for men in their 50’s… You MUST acquire the car you’ve always wanted…. Which that means – in about twenty more years I’ll be picking up a 84′ DMC-12… Hands-down an impractical, lack-luster performer… But I’ve wanted one since Jr. High…. *note… If I had a garage, a lot more income… I’d probably already own one.

Nonetheless – my distractions seemed to work… Dad, who’s the KING of shit-slinging, can’t stand his own medicine… Mission accomplished – he was flustered and distracted enough to not break down on us right there in the driveway when I opened the POD up.

Headed back to the house… The guys messed around preparing the garden… I started doing some spring cleaning…

I’m not blogging.