Patrick Says

You didn’t read that wrong; you just don’t understand the totally kick-ass nickname I gave the one-year-old this evening. Steak. Yes, steak. There’s probably about four different possible reasons for this nickname, but I’m not talking. And just so I can talk about the other boy, he will now be referred to as X, like Malcolm X or Professor X. So, there you go. Now you have the character names for the whole family: Patrick D., The Wife, X and Steak.

So once again, Steak is a buzzkill. I got home from work just as The Wife was taking X to a function. I offered to keep Steak so she’d have a ‘night off’, sort of. Anyway, me and Steak head inside to watch TV. I noticed that the Victoria Secret lingerie whatever on CBS had been recorded. So I decide to watch that.

(He’s one…he’ll never remember…sure can’t tell mom either…)

Anyway, I’m trying to watch the show and there is nothing worse than a one-year-old who wants to put toys in your face when you’re trying to watch hot chicks walk around in their underwear. I got about ten minutes in until I just gave up and put on the damn Backyardigans…again…

And while we’re discussing the VC show, why the hell are there so many mini-documentaries about the models. I don’t really care where you grew up or what obstacles you overcame to model underwear. Just show me the underwear! Okay?

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