The MILFage Was Large

The MILFage Was Large

I had a great time with Katie this weekend, just beautiful fun. I was laying half awake at 7:30 this morning when I heard her voice from the sleeping bag on the floor. "Good morning, Daddy!"

Ready to rock the day in half. That's my kid.

We went to a park for an hour. She latched right onto another girl and away they went. They came around a corner and the girl stopped and looked at me. The way kids usually do - "what the fuck is that big hairy thing on the bench?"

Katie said matter-of-factly, "That's my dad. He's really nice. His name is Doug, but I just call him Dad."

I wish I could convey the way she phrases stuff like that. I nearly shit myself laughing.

There's a definite added plus to going with your kid to places where other kids are at - MOMMIES. A few weeks ago there was an open house at her school, and I thought I'd been given front-row seats to MILF Fest '06. It's always fun to catch one of the other guys looking around at the scenery. You kinda look at each other with that half-hidden smile that says "Yep, I see it too." That happened a couple times that night.

Today there was only one such lovely example of wood-inducement, but oh my GAWD she was wonderful. And utterly ignored me. Killer blonde in tight jeans and a leather jacket, totally poised and in control, with her little boy. The other kids were running rings around him because he was half their size, but she just looked on with a smile that said "Let him get in there and find his place." Usually these yuppie SUV-owners have this half-panic air like they're terrified of Junior going up two steps or he'll crush his precious little head. Or they get on their cell phone and ignore the little fucker as he and another kid pound each other over the skull with sticks. This one had the balance down perfectly.

And she was HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT. I wanted to go up to the kid and say, "Excuse me sonny, I need to lock you into your car for ten minutes while I take your mommy down to the bushes and suck her snatch."

Listening to Link Wray right now. The Satriani of the '50s, baby. I think I'll see if the guys want to have a go at Rumble.

Signed up another student up north today, and made vague plans with two parents down here to start their kids up with lessons at the beginning of the year. It'll take a while to get where I want to be with this stuff, but it's looking better.

Damn, I'm tired.

Love,
Dougie