matriarchy
Hey, look, Mother’s Day. I called and chatted with Mom this morning, which was nice — it always is, which makes me wonder why I don’t do it more often. I bet she wonders, too. =(
There comes a time in every man’s life when he must make a stand, when he must do what is right instead of what is convenient, when commitment and maturity must trump the shallow temptations of youth. Tonight is not that time: a simple call from The Hoye — whose blarg? is really very entertaining; you should make a point of reading through it from time to time, such that my own meagre writings may improve in your eye through simple association — led to some late-night Titan with Geoff and Mehmet. I lost, but it was fun to get the old box out again and breed some puges. When George is here the weekend after next, I think we may have to revisit our glory days.
I bet Mom thought she raised me better than that. (By which I mean “raised to win Titan”, not “raised to go to bed a respectable hour”, obviously.)