...when the most exciting part of your weekend is buying Thomas the Tank Engine underpants for your 2-year-old.
I remember back in the old days when Jack would call me at work on Friday morning, and we'd plan a spontaneous trip to somewhere...Brenham, tubing the Comal, a condo in Galveston, etc. Now, I'm checking every 5 minutes to make sure Thomas the Tank Engine is still dry.
Oh, how times have changed!
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