Get up in the morning, See my son and daughter off to school, drive an hour and half to work. pretend to work for 8 hours, drive an hour and a half home, check my email, play video games with my wife and kids, go to bed, start all over again...
When I was in high school, my dad was the vice principle of one of the local jr high schools and simultaniously a reserve deputy sheriff. when other high school kids discovered that he was my father, they would frequently say, "You're Mr Elliott's Son? You're dad hated me!" Of course when I mentioned it to my dad he rarely would even remember who they were. Anyway, I went all through high school known as Mr Elliott's Son.
