Saturday Dance Party

15 Jun

letter Aah, Summer Saturday mornings… when you stumble out of bed and wander into the rest of the house trying to remember what day it is, what time it is, and whether that thing you have to do is today or tomorrow. You manage to get the coffee going (how many scoops was that?) and go looking for the pancake fixin’s while stepping on squeaky toys and impossibly sharp Legos with bare feet.

And as you rub the sleep out of your eyes to the smell of brewing coffee and grilling pancakes your lazy husband, DorkDaddy finally drags his ass out of bed. Does he come over and help get breakfast going? No. Does he thank you for letting him go out with his buddy last night for beers, burgers and MAN OF STEEL while you were left to get all three kids to bed on your own? No. What does he do first thing? He sits down in front of the freakin’ computer.

Why? What on Earth? The kids need attention. The house needs attention. Just as you are about to head over there and give DorkDaddy a piece of your mind he suddenly stands up from the computer and yells,


And right there and then, first thing on Saturday morning, still with bed-head, or sleep-face, or boxer shorts, or pajamas, or whatever, the DorkFamily gets their groove-thing on right there in the living room, in front of the big bay window with no curtains, for the entire neighborhood to see.

It’s Saturday morning, people. Turn up the volume on your computer and share in some of our favorite indulgences.


-Dork Dad (and family)


3 Responses to “Saturday Dance Party”

  1. Kimberly June 15, 2013 at 10:33 am #

    i love me a good dance party! This gives me the motivation to trouble shoot and repair the broken speaker wires so we get our whole house groove on!! Happy Saturday Dork Family!!

  2. Wilder Man On Rolling Creek June 16, 2013 at 7:47 pm #

    Great post, radical … I will be checking in to see what is happening on your blog.

  3. larva225 June 17, 2013 at 5:14 am #

    The creepy creepy thing is that “Istanbul (Not Constantinople)” is playing on my computer as I read this.
    For the record, I might have cussed you. Then again, getting up at 5 AM every live-long day of my life makes me bitchy.

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