Over the past couple of days I’ve failed at a several manly challenges in which I’m not to proud to admit. First challenge centered around reading the classic novel “Where the Red Fern Grows” to Ringo. The book is one of my favorites but I knew I was going to have trouble at the end reading out loud without blubbering and wailing.
Sure enough, it took me an hour and a half to read the final ten pages of the book. Ringo sat there and quite patiently made funny faces and I snorted and bawled while trying to choke out the events line by line.
Secondly, we had a children’s presentation at our church and Ringo and Molly both had parts to present. Just as Ringo was giving his talk I started to well up with tears. Elvis and Shorty came to show support and I looked over at Elvis to gain strength and there he was crying like a baby as well. At least now you know where I get the water works from.
Lastly, today as an old friend from high school posted a question on Facebook, I found myself responding to her inquiry as to what to do with spaghetti squash. I thought how feminine it was for me to be giving pointers on the finer art of cooking squash. It’s one thing to be swapping recipes with my sisters but it’s an entirely new level to be gabbing about baking squash with butter and brown sugar.
So there you have it. I’m a officially a wuss.