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The Morning After…

I bought steaks yesterday–New York, angus beef. The good stuff. I like to celebrate important days with a steak dinner, and yesterday was certainly important.

Lee got home from work and I told him to fire up the grill. I made the salad and Pepperidge Farm made the garlic bread. Because I am goofy, I like “mood music” during dinner, something I inherited from my dad. I put Colorado Public Radio on the stereo and we sat down to eat. I picked the classical station because this is a highbrow joint.

Lee was just about to slice his first bite of medium-rare perfection when we realized Aaron Copeland’s “Rodeo” was playing on the stereo! If you are not familiar with “Rodeo”, specifically the “Hoedown” section, it is the “Beef, It’s What’s For Dinner” song. There has never been a more perfect match between music and meat. We could not stop laughing as we ate our steaks.

Once we settled down we began to quiz the kids about their days at school. Aidan said her class voted for president and George Bush won. The vote count was 11 for Bush, 10 for Kerry, a true squeaker that accurately reflected the night.

It was my turn to share an interesting part of my day. While standing in line to vote yesterday morning, I noticed the man two spaces in front of me was wearing Scooby Doo pants. Scooby Doo was flexing his doggy muscles and was plastered all over the billowing fabric of the man’s extremely baggy pants–hundreds of Scooby Doos. Ryley is a huge Scooby Doo fan, so I figured he would appreciate hearing about (and probably want) Scooby Doo pants.

“Hey Ryley, guess what I saw when I went to vote this morning?”


“I saw a man wearing pants that were covered with Scooby Doo!”

Ryley got an amazed look on his face and smiled. He returned to eating, the topic moved on to other things.

Suddenly, Ryley piped up and said “Why was George Bush wearing Scooby Doo pants?”

Ah, the mental picture of President Bush wearing my fellow voter’s Scooby Doo pants is absolutely priceless. Somehow, I can picture him wearing Scooby Doo pants–perhaps while lounging around the ranch on a Sunday morning. I cannot picture John Kerry wearing Scooby Doo pants, though. If Bush is a Scooby Doo, then Kerry is a Scooby Don’t. That’s not such a bad thing, though.

What a crazy election. What a rollercoaster ride for everyone.

Fire up the Mystery Machine for another four years!

1 comment to The Morning After…

  • Momofmopsy

    Now I am going to looking for Scooby stuff. Kind of like having a song in your head that won’t go away, my preoccupation with Scooby will begin because my Grandson loves Scooby Doo.

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