"It ain't called babysitting if they're your own kids."

After a couple of nights of staying in hotels with her friend and lusting after that "dreamy Jon Bon Jovi," my wife should be home sometime today. For me, it's been fun hanging with the kiddos and not having to clock in at the job. We've goofed around, walked around outside looking for bugs, fed the ducks, and played on the playground. I've also broken up any number of little arguments between the two. It's been awesome, but it's time to get out and play by myself for a bit. My noggin needs a break from Noggin.

I'm ready to take my wife's van downtown and get in as much trouble as ... (checks wallet) ... 22 bucks will allow. OK, maybe I'll stay home tonight after all. It's just as well. I added some of my dad's favorite jazz CDs to his iPod and now they're on my iPod too. I have them playing now and I'm feeling quite mellow as a result. I just may take a stroll to my local library if my wife gets home in time. At least I can get out of there without spending any dough (late fee of $13.20 notwithstanding).

If anyone wants to catch a movie or something, let me know.