Just to prove to all the player haters that besides being a dumb, white guy I am also a boring, white guy, I proudly present what I did this past weekend.
- Left the office Friday at about 5:30 and on my commute home I listened to the soothing sounds of Lionel Richie (Say you, say me, let us say it together, naturally) and other "cool" '80s artists on the second greatest piece of technology that I own, the iPod (TiVo is the the current techno champ in our house).
- Made it home unscathed and was greeted by the fat basset and the lovely Mrs. Shife. One of them tried to hump my leg. I will make it a mystery and let you figure out who it was.
- The great Christmas tree debate began shortly after the greetings and salutations. Mrs. Shife wants a real tree, and Mr. Shife is ready to get a fake one. I will also make this a mystery and let you figure out who won the debate. But here is a hint, I do not have any pants and my testicles were last seen in 2002 near the outskirts of Winnemucca, Nevada.
- We get a real tree and then headed to the store to get some Christmas decorations. Mrs. Shife looks for ornaments, garland and other misc. items while I look for new underwear. New underwear shopping is not as easy as it sounds. I have to get the right style, color and look. First, white panties are not an option. You have to be a brave man to wear the whites and I am not that courageous. Second, no banana hammocks, it is boxer briefs or bust. And finally I need to get the most bang for my buttocks. No need to get the suped-up undies, just get me the stuff that keeps my junk and my trunk covered.
- We make it home and the decorating begins. I am in charge of the TV room and basically all I accomplish is picking up some stuff and running the vacuum. And somehow Mr. and Mrs. Smith begins playing and I am forced to spend two hours watching this garbage. I guess I had hopes that Angelina Jolie may have a few scenes minus clothing, but it was mostly just her and Brad trying to kill people. I think this film would have benefited from a few oil wrestling scenes.
- Saturday rolls around and I start the day by getting a haircut. Mrs. Shife is babysitting her friend's kid so she is out and about all afternoon. Left to my own devices, I plant my ass on the couch and watch a steady diet of college football. Most of the games were blow outs so I popped in another movie but I ended up taking a nap.
- Quincy and I wake up, head outside and put up some Christmas lights on the house.
- Seriously, are you still reading this? Yes, this is my life and you should be extremely jealous.
- I quietly sob in the corner of my living room because reality has set in that it is no longer Hoff week on my blog.
- Mrs. Shife returns home and we hit the town for some more errands, pick up some dinner and discuss our Christmas plans.
- The Shifleys return home, have a few cocktails, and one thing leads to another.
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- I wake up Sunday with a smile on my face for some odd reason and I am little sore. Hmmm, I wonder what I did last night and why are there bite marks on my ass?
- And the rest of the day is really lame. I hit the gym and sweat with the fat ladies from the old country, and then I planted my ass back on the coach to watch a steady diet of professional football.
I hope you had a lovely weekend as well.