Picking on Poor Ol' Dad

Thursday, December 4, 2003 -- I guess I'm going to go back to buying more expensive cuts of meat. The steaks I grilled this afternoon were too thin and everyone complained that I overcooked them. After dinner I talked the boys into dragging the basketball goal from the backyard out to the street. It was stilling lying face down where I had left it during hurricane Claudette. I'm a bit rusty on my "knockout" skills so Josh and Zach took advantage of the opportunity to kick my butt. Even little Ty Huser managed to knock me out once.