Oh my.
The wifey took off last week for spring break, whihc just also happened to correspond with my son Spencer's 5th birthday.
And yeah, stupid us we made some promises: to take him to the beach and to build him a tree house.
The beacj part was easy. My wife works for Holiday Inn so we scored an Employee rate at the Holiday Inn in Wrightsville Beach, NC. A little over two hours is the drive and there's pretty much nothing between Raleigh and the beach. It can get boring. But the boys slept most of the way, that is until the wife got pulled over for speeding by an unmarked police car.
I'd tell you more but all you locals can read about it in the next issue of Raleigh's Hatchet magazine (www.raleighhatchet.com) where it will be the bulk of my Confessions Of A Punk Rock Dad column.
Anyway, to brief you on the subject, the wife and I spent the better part of four days - from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. - contructing a tree house for the kids in our backyard. By Day Two, my body was so sore I thought I was coming down with the flu. By Day 4, I couldn't close my fingers into a fist from excessive use of hammer and drill.
Hey, but will built the fucking thing in a week.
And it's strong, study and has a god damn tin roof to boot.
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To toughen up those palms and finger pads start pissing on them in the shower and rub them together. Lather, rinse, repeat. Just remember that 'rinse' is the most important verb here. It should also help you with all those fingertip blisters you get trying to keep up with your lightning quick wit.
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