The interview process continues, but not for long, dear friends. As of about 9 a.m. Texas time I will not be honoring requests for more interviews. That means Dr. D and Mr. Gimpyleg will be the last ones to be grilled by T-Bone.
As enjoyable as it has been, it's time to throw away this Internet-bound chain letter and get on with life. As the brilliant Mdme. Fishfry has said, it is becoming the Revolving Door Interview Game. I'm taking the side exit. But, before I stop the train ...
These are interview questions asked by the lovely eelnahs:
1. When you were a kid, who was your hero?
My dad and Luke Skywalker.
2. Is Nebraska beef better than a Texas t-bone?
I've never had me some Omaha Steaks. Is that an invitation?
3. Favorite saturday morning activity?
The Petite Filet goes to kickboxing at her gym, so Saturday mornings are spent just me and the Cutlet. When he gets old enough, we'll start taking little father-son errands/field trips to hardware and sporting-goods stores. I can’t wait!
4. How has fatherhood changed you?
Having a child makes me more conscious of the example I am setting and gives me an even higher purpose than mere goodness in trying to make the right choices. There are new textures and dimensions to becoming a father. There's no doubt I'm now an adult with adult responsibilities. New smells have been added to the house as well that I won’t get into here. Also, I sing and make up silly songs a lot more now.
5. What is your favorite item of clothing?
I have a pair of Ralph Lauren prewashed relaxed-fit jeans that make me look totally hott. So hott, in fact, that while the Petite Filet was in labor with the Cutlet, she looked at me while I was wearing them and said, “Those jeans make your butt look good.” Might have been the drugs talking, though.
It's been real, it's been fun, it's been real fun. I'll be back mañana with some non-interview material. Happy Wednesday!
I'm sorry, but I can't help picturing you in those jeans. (Please don't hit me. I know, that's just wrong.)
Kelly ... you can inspect the goods all you want, but you can't touch. :-)
my butt got too big to fit in the jeans that used to make my butt look "good".
No - no - I wouldn't dream of touching. I'm simply "picturing" in my mind. I'd probably inspect if I had the chance, but that's it. Touching is all for the lovely P.F. Besides, I've got a pretty nice male butt right here that I can touch all I want.
I'd say your butt must have looked pretty darn good to make a girl take notice during delivery- seeing as how it was that kind of observation that probably got her there!! ;-)
I think your arms are going to look better than your butt by the time you get done typing all those interview questions! :-O That's what you get for being such a great blogger, huh?
WHAT!?? leaving the revolving door so sooooooon...