|Holly's Power of Veto|
I turned thirty yesterday. After we put the kids to bed, Holly made an offer to let me pick dinner. This is a big deal because while she says this often, it usually comes intertwined with a veto power she mysteriously holds. This time she promised not to veto anything. So I picked Mark's pizza. (Some of my students made some good suggestions earlier in the day, but I wanted pizza and Mark's is my favorite.) I also wanted it delivered so I wouldn't have to go out in the 7 degree cold spell. That's what I would normally have to do because Holly doesn't like driving in the snow. We settled on a Buffalo Chicken pizza with boneless chicken wings.
If this wasn't nice enough, Holly even decided to let me pick ANYTHING to watch on Netflix, again, without her ever-present power of veto. At first, I considered an action movie with lots of car crashes, explosions, and heroic rescues. But I knew Holly would just pretend to like it and then disappear into her laptop. That's no fun. Then I considered watching The Artist, the silent movie that won the Academy Award for best picture. I knew Holly would like it once she got into it, but I wanted to be able to eat pizza and talk, not get overly engrossed in fine film.
|The Artist, A fine film rejected on the premise there wouldn't be |
ample opportunity to make colorful commentary with Holly.
|Longwood Mansion, in Mississippi, Brian's choice with it's |
spooky stories and unfinished rooms to make his own.
So that was our birthday...eating pizza while admiring and mocking the real estate glass ceiling we will never hit.
|The Morning After...|
Anderson enjoying the leftovers of Dad's birthday dinner.
|The Morning After II...|
Anderson exploring the couch while Carter tries to
decide if he likes Buffalo Chicken pizza or not.