Yes, you’re all sick of Throwback Thursday, as am I. So I am substituting my own version, which henceforth will be known as Awkward Friday for me to publish whatever I feel like on this blog. It may be a work of faction (as I’m sure someone has called it) but it might just be some cranial doggerel ramblings with no direction or point whatsoever.
Consider yourself forewarned.
My life seems to be filled with awkwardness. Some of it is inherent in just being me, some of it is self-inflicted.
Case in point: this morning. I was sitting on the front porch, enjoying the quiet, cool air with a cup of coffee and a cigarette whilst reading a superior blog (very worthy for anyone – especially you and written by one of the most naturally funny people I have ever met. Check it out at donofalltrades.com.)
Anyway, my solitude was interrupted by my 10 year old (who I thought was sleeping) coming out to see me.
I tried to hide my cigarette but somehow I’m sure the cloud of blue smoke that I just exhaled gave me away.
Now my kids know I smoke but I try to avoid smoking around them. It’s a feeble attempt to hide reality from them. Anytime they catch me smoking I have this automatic guilty response… not unlike when you think your wife is gone for work but she comes back for some ridiculously unimportant thing and interrupts you during “happy time.” Same thing. She knows that it happens but I don’t like to advertise it regularly.
Anyway, I owe the two or three of you that read this some words. Without fanfare or further ado, my next post (a bonus post, if you will) is on the heels of this one.
Happy Awkward Friday, and I hope you enjoy.