Where's your Mother?

There's a great scene in Bill Cosby's "Himself" where he notes that he would sometimes wander about the house, with a look on his face, and exclaiming, "Where's your mother?"  Well, Mrs. BA was away overnight in New York, leaving me on my own with LBA and SoBA.  I'm usually in charge of the physical plant and operations.  Mrs. BA does personnel.  But I managed.  They're good boys.

Last night, which is usually reserved for brinner, we had "Mom's Beefaroni" which usually makes an appearance when Mrs. BA isn't around.  It's a man dish. I may have made sure they were in bed before 9 so I could be in front of the TV for the debate, too.  That's another thing that Mrs. BA doesn't watch - she wants to throw things at the TV.

I believe I noted that Mrs. BA and I recently painted the boys room.  I have to say I think it came out pretty nice.  It needs a little touch up here and there, but the long season of home improvement is underway.  We've been in the house 5 years now.  My goal(s) is to paint much of the interiors between now and next spring.  I'll keep you posted.