This day has been marked on my calendar for weeks and weeks. Becky and I and Brian and Amy have tickets to see Mr. Jim Gaffigan this evening in Birmingham. And we have backstage passes courtesy of Becky’s little sister Kathy, whom we all just refer to nowadays as ”Mr. Jim Gaffigan’s friend Kathy.”
I am excited about Mr. Jim Gaffigan making me laugh tonight. And about going backstage – I here there are bottles of water and a fruit tray in these “backstages.” But I’m even more excited to introduce my beautiful wife to the beautiful Boo Mama. We’ll be having some dinner in Birmingham with the Boo Mama and the Boo Daddy. I am allowed to call the Boo Mama by her actual name, which is Sophie, but am reluctant to do so most of the time on account of her being blogger royalty. She and Shannon and Ree take turns wearing the crown and holding the scepter and sitting on the throne presiding over the kingdom of Momblogia.
Now, I don’t hang out with royalty often so I don’t know all the ins and outs of it, but I figure one should make some preparations of some sort for a dinner of this nature.
So, yesterday we did some laundry so we’d have some vomit-free clothing to wear to dinner. And then I undertook a little repair to the chariot I’ve been negligent in taking care of.
I went to the Home Depot and bought some epoxy. And I rummaged through the garage and found me some rope – the kind for jumping, to be more precise. And a shovel sans shovel.
I pulled some rocks from the flower bed.
And found a bucket.
And now the side of the chariot is stuck on real nice and we’re ready – if no more children throw up between now and then – to head south, eat some fish tacos with the Boo Mama and the Boo Daddy and laugh at Mr. Jim Gaffigan and partake of his fruit tray and some bottled water backstage thanks to Mr. Jim Gaffigan’s friend Kathy.
Unfortunately, Brian and Amy have two sick kids today so they won’t be joining us. I’ll take some pictures of the Boo Mama and the Boo Daddy, Mr. Jim Gaffigan and his backstage for you and them.
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UPDATE: My son is now puking. Date’s off. Chariot repaired for no reason now. We now have four two tickets (great seats) to Jim Gaffigan tonight in Birmingham up for grabs. E-mail me if you’d like them. They cost $37.75 each through Ticketmaster but make an offer: a guitar, your first born, whatever you’ve got lying around.
Travis says:
I’m jealous. It will be like the ultimate blogger royalty dinner.
You all go have your fun. I’ll be busy doing the Lord’s work. FINE.
RevJeff says:
Proverbs 16:9
Steve Ray says:
Love Jim Gaffigan! And I think your chariot job is what is referred to down here as “southern engineering.” You can take the boy out of Texas, but you can’t take Texas out of the boy.
Nancy Tyler says:
I was gonna make fun of you for being a girlyman and using the jump rope but now I’ll just say that I’m sorry Little Man is hurling and your trip’s off.
Adam says:
Ok.. I am still VERY confused with what the heck you are trying to fix on your van. All I know is I cant stop laughing at these pictures.
Sorry you guys won’t be making it out. I wonder if Travis had something to do with that.
Angela says:
I recognize that jump rope. It’s from Target. We have the same one. Sorry you didn’t get to have dinner with Boo Mama. She’s awsome.
Shaun Groves says:
Adam, you see that gray line under the door? That’s the top inch of a five or six inch thick strip running down the car between both sets of tires. Half that strip came unriveted and flapped around making an annoying chicka-chicka-chicka sound at highway speed. So I glued tat sucker down. I used the rope and bungie for some vertical traction and the rocks and shovel handle for some horizontal traction. That shovel handle there, wedged up against the car by the bungie cord puts pressure on the whole length of the strip at once. Make sense?
I should have been an Aggie and I should have saved this post for Works For Me Wednesday over at Shannon’s next week. Dangit!
Grovesfan says:
One too many chicka’s in there and you’re missin’ the boom-boom. Other than that, absolutely wonderful post and great redneck repair skills too.
Beth
BooDaddy says:
Sigh. And I was so excited that I would get to finally meet the illusive singer-songwriter-Africa-friend of my wife.
Biblefanmaryann says:
That contraption is genious at its best!
Kelly @ Love Well says:
Like Nancy, I was all set to make some sarcastic joke about Tennessee and rednecks and family trees being a wreath and what not.
And now I just feel bad for you. I can’t pile on someone who’s dealing with puke.
So sorry you’ll have to miss the fun.
Adam & Karen Owens says:
Ok Ok Ok.. I finally see what you were doing. I enjoyed the chicka chicka chicka comment. Without that I still would be lost.
Cynthia says:
You know a true, Southern Engineer would have used duct(duck) tape…
Linda Sue says:
Amen to the tape comment, Cynthia. At least some baling wire might have come into play. Sorry regarding the puking and missing out on a BooNight with your beloved.
Cinde says:
What I complete bummer! I’m so sorry you are going to miss out on a fun evening with the Boo’s. Hope all your bambinos will get well very soon.
Cinde says:
Okay – that was supposed to say, “What A complete bummer – not I.” I hate and despise typos and misspellings! ARRRGGH!
Texas in Africa says:
Exactly? Where’s the duct tape? I’ve seen car mechanics in Africa who can make anything run with duct tape and rubber bands.
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