There was a bigger office available in my building. It even had a window. It was down to one other person and me. The other person got it because, according to the boss, “you’re so organized it didn’t look like you needed the extra space.”
He probably needed directions. I had just finished pumping gas and was already getting back into my car when I heard a voice say, “Excuse me, sir.”
But it was too late for him. Gravity already had me, and I couldn’t have stopped my descent into my car if I’d wanted to. So I ignored him and closed the door, because I was running a few minutes late.
Sorry, Indiana minivan guy. I hope you found your way back to the highway.
Today a customer forwarded me an email. It was an email I’d sent him in 2011 with a PDF attached to it.
He asked, “Jon, can you send me this PDF?”
As I sat there trying to formulate a response without causing myself to have a Scanners brain explosion, he emailed me again.
William lost his first tooth yesterday. He was very excited about it. Amy brought home a tiny treasure chest from the dental office and he put it under his pillow in anticipation of a visit from the tooth fairy.
Now I’ve read about how kids get a lot more money for teeth these days, but in my house a tooth is still worth one dollar. But there was a problem. No one in the house actually had any cash. In fact, the only place I knew I’d be able to find a dollar was William’s piggy bank.
So the tooth fairy paid William for his tooth with his own money. I’ll make it up to him on the next tooth. He actually has another that just starting to get loose. Maybe the tooth fairy will go big and give him a five for that one.
you finally get the baby down in her crib, but as you try to ninja-sneak out of the room, you wake her back up with the sound of your joints cracking.
Sunday afternoon in the backyard