Your Wish Is My Command

Yesterday my younger son commented that I haven't been blogging as much as I used to. He's absolutely correct. Summertime outdoor chores, work, several family events, and a general paucity of blog-worthy material has reduced the frequency of my blog entries.

But I feel bad for D-. "I like reading your blog," he said. "Especially when it's about me."

So here goes... a blog entry just for D-:

Hey, bosco, you've been sleeping mighty late in the morning since you got out of school last week. You need to get your ass out of bed and do something. You're not spending all summer lying in bed, playing video games, and accomplishing nothing. You've got trumpet to practice, you can go for a run, and you need to get packed for camp. If you can't find a little more motivation to do something constructive, I can provide you with lots of chores around the house that will give you that great satisfied feeling of accomplishment.

Do you think he'll like it?
K-