1 Shirt for Me, 1 for the Universe

EJP
EJP

I’ve been known to take of my shirt.

I’m not that guy. I’m just a dad of three sneaking up on his mid-40s. I’ve never been a lifeguard. I am, however, up for sharing my pizza, doling advice or tossing you the shirt off my back.

You might have noticed – many of us dudes wear two shirts. The painstakingly skinny and the profusely sweaty both will double-bag themselves. The extra layer adds bulk and absorbs sweat.

It allows a guy to tuck one shirt in. This is handy when a dad has to reach to the top shelf for a box of Frosted Flakes, and can keep his belly covered.

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Hispanic, Unemployed, and Yet, Republican

 

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Every day feels like Saturday, y’all.

I feel like I’m 4. Or 94. I miss appointments. Forget which day the pool is closed. I could watch Price Is Right every day. (Not Saturday or Sunday, but I won’t know that until I try and tune it in and find Danger Rangers or This Week With George Stephanopoulos on the air instead.)

I’m not losing it, friends. I’m just, unemployed.

 

It’s given me time to work on my disc golf game (I shot 5-under at Mint Hill!). Play and run with the kids (they kick my butt, so I take them to a figure-8 track nearby so that the laps sort of meld into one another!).

Take a nap (such a good one that I woke up with a sore throat).

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