May 08, 2006

Oh, good--nothing like having something to do in my spare time.

It seems that not too many days past, while Boy was at school signing up for the things boys as school sign up for, such as classes, he took the opportunity to sign a sheet of paper for a particular group activity. He's decided he wants to do Scouting again.

Now, if you've been reading Possumblog for long enough, you know back several years ago he was in Cub Scouts. His pack sorta petered out, and we never got a call saying he'd been reassigned, and frankly, at the time, I wasn't really in the biggest hurry to find out, because that was when he and Catherine and Rebecca were all playing soccer, too, and we were constantly on the go.

But, now that he's been out of soccer and Scouting for a while, he's gotten the hankering to start doing something again, and it would probably do him some good to get away from his sisters a bit--I swear to goodness, there are times when he gets mad about something and I have a hard time telling if it's him or Catherine making all the shrill squeals of indignation.

Anyway, I'm glad he wants to get involved in something again--EXCEPT--the meeting is TONIGHT. And tonight is MONDAY. And on Mondays is when Jack Bauer saves the world. All I got to say is that meeting tonight better not go past about 7:50, or SOMEone is going to be upset.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at May 8, 2006 09:59 AM
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I read this post earlier but was unable to comment because of uncontrolled laughter brought on by your idea that a Scout meeting might finish on time. Oh you poor innocent lad.

Posted by: Larry Anderson at May 8, 2006 01:19 PM

I figure if they're anything like his Cub Scout meetings, I should be home around midnight. Then again, if it's REAL Boy Scouts, they'll certainly be wanting to watch and see if Jack Bauer is prepared. They're big on being prepared, you know.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 8, 2006 01:48 PM

Think small cheap TV’s.

Posted by: jim at May 8, 2006 02:33 PM

Trust me--when we were spending all the time at the soccer park, I seriously considered buying a tiny television so I could have something to watch. That is, when Breck Girl Mom was out of eyesight.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 8, 2006 02:40 PM