And After That I Did the Knife Scene from True Grit

The typical

(generalizing here!) South African male spends his weekends:
Watching rugby, fixing the car, washing the car, watching cricket, watching more rugby, drinking beer, kidding around with his buddies, braaiing (barbecuing), watching rugby, eating junk food…

I, on the other hand, spent the weekend baking a cake for my father-in-law’s birthday, drinking a pink cocktail with my sister-in-law, picking long-stemmed roses at a rose farm, and… braaiing. The last one was not just an attempt to compensate for the first three, but because I can do manly things, too.

Actually, the children ‘helped’ with the cake (spoon-licking is an important facet to the process), and also picked the roses, so I was being a good parent, too. It was kinda frustrating- they were very bad at ascertaining the longevity of a rose, and picked ones which were clearly entering the Zimmer-frame equivalent of rose-hood. I, on the other hand, chose marvelous blossoms, destined to fill our house with floral cheer for a day or two. I win.

Hannah says: Hmm, these roses probably won’t last till Mommy comes home. Yup. That’s true- Seven weeks to go!