The Kids Are Grown

Ahh the weekend! Time to take a break from my nice guy tasks. I can actually stay home for a few hours 'cause I don't think anyone needs a ride anywhere. Charlene's off for the weekend and Eastlyn hasn't called yet.

Char's daughter has adopted me as a father over the last 15 or so years. Could be because her mother is sort of a wife to me. Eastlyn, like Sabrina, has a habit of calling whenever laziness sets in and the bus stop is a bit out of the way. Half my milage and fuel costs are attributed to helping those two out.

Getting them to where they're going safely is my main objective here. I actually don't mind doing it a bit. Since Sabrina's now a hundred miles from here I leave Sheldon responsible for her.

Hey, fathers worry about their daughters. I get jabbed in the ribs a lot when I glare at some guy ogling us in public. "Dad you're scaring him" I'm told. I can't blame the guy for looking. He's probably wondering what an old fart like me is doing with a young chick like that. I glare back mercilessly.

Maurice Chevalier once sang a song. "oh thank heaven for little girls...they grow up in the most delightful ways"

Gotta go. The phone's ringing.