My wife yelled, “This is the LAST TIME I’m going to tell you to take out the trash”, and I thought, thank goodness THAT is finally over.
If you heard twenty minutes of moaning from my bedroom that was just me trying to stand up.
This guy in my office is a little paranoid and it’s making it that much harder to poison him.
My son, 5, scared of the thunder.
I told him that was silly considering the sun could explode any day, killing us all.
Think that helped.
My office has started random urine testing of employees to detect traces of hope or optimism.
My wife finally got a “Brazilian”.
He seems nice.
Before Twitter I had to disappoint people in person.
Dropped mother-in-law at airport.
Her flight isn’t until Tuesday, but with security and all, best to play it safe.
Thirty days sober folks.
Not consecutively, but here and there over the years.