It's a wonderful life.

Today is one of those days I could do on repeat for the next month or two. I am dog sitting in Norfolk since my mom is moving Jordan away and my dad doesn't know how to care for two dogs at once. He watches Jags our doberman and I am in charge of Izzy the yorkie. But ya, Jordan is making the move out of Nebraska, he just fell in love with San Fran I guess. Pretty crazy, we spent just a few nights there a couple weeks ago and next thing you know Jordan couldn't stop talking about the culture the city had to offer and the festive nightlife and the wonderful theatre district and he just couldn't wait to get back there, said he "really found himself." Good for him. So this week with my mom gone it's been my job to watch the doggies and tend to the pool. I have also helped my dad with the grocery shopping a bit, as well. Today his list consisted of a 12 pack of Bud Light, 6 pack of Corona Light, Tonic water, and a 6 pack of "Slim Shady." And of course two Papa Murphys pizzas. So I asked him,
"Uh dad, what exactly is this Slim Shady 6 pack you want me to get?"
"You know, that summer drink. That summer beer."
"Ohhhh k. You mean the Leinenkugels Summer Shandy?"
"Ya, that's what I said. Slummer Shindy."
My dad also refers to the SAT satellite button in his car as the Saturday button. If he doesn't know something, he makes it up. This makes the task of renting movies for him especially difficult.
"Is that new movie Hot Tub Kid out yet?"
And by this he is combining Hot Tub Time Machine and Karate Kid. I've gotten better at translating with time.
But anywho, I've spent the greater part of today simply relaxing by the pool. I think I am finally over my 4th of July hangover so I am going to celebrate by meeting my dad for happy hour at the 5th Street Bar. The 5th Street is almost identical to the bar off of It's A Wonderful Life, so I like to pretend I'm George Bailey when I go there and I am drinking to get away from the troubles of my annoying piano playing children and financial woes. It's just a weird act I like to play. Alright not really, but I do think about George whenever I'm there. And then it's Ricardos time. Ricardos being the mexican/American restaurant owned by my relatives that my family has been going to for dinner every Thursday night for the past 17 years. I am beyond excited for the refried beans.