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RIP El Hubbo

Today was a no-good, very-bad, day.  I headed to work early as I knew what kind of day it would be.  And don't give me that whole "your attitude is part of the problem" speech.  When you work in the registrar's office of a major university, the day grading closes for a term is a bad day.  It is just a fact and attitude has nuttin' to do with it.

I somehow survived it, and went to pick up the kids.  On a good note, someone had called to see our house that is on the market.  El Hubbo had taken Rocky (the infamous dog) and headed to the park.  I picked up the kids and met him there.  We visited and watched the kids play, then decided that it was time to head to the air conditioned comfort of the vehicles.  On our walk over, I was describing one of many of the incidents I had to deal with today, and I said, "I finally had to get up and walk around the building before I went on a murderous rampage."  Jake, whom I did not think was listening, looked up at me alarmingly and said, "What?  You went on a murderous date?"

El Hubbo tells him, "Murderous rampage, Jake.  It's just a figure of speech."

Jake says, "Whew!  I thought you said murderous date!  Dad, you had better be careful, because you go on dates with her."

I said, "Jake, I have a date with you in a couple days."

He quickly ran over to the other side of his father.  El Hubbo says, "Why are you hiding by me?"

Jake replies, (Wait for it.....wait for it.....)  "Hey, Dad - with your hip, if there is a zombie or an alien attack, you'll be the first to go.  Well, maybe the people in wheelchairs, if they have to go up a hill.  Otherwise, the zombies and aliens will get you first."

I laughed out loud, and suddenly my day was a lot brighter.  It's a good thing we were in separate vehicles as I'm pretty sure El Hubbo was contemplating a murderous rampage at that very moment.

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