I gotta tell you, it's been nice being back at work finally. It's a lot less hectic than being at home on vacation with the fambly. I even got back all rejuvenated and found myself caring about work. Actually caring. Someone today even accused me of "being all worked up" about the quality of our cache power rollup and how this showed that I cared about getting things right.
Then, of course, I talked to StinkyJ, and he reminded me in his inimitable, subtle way, why it is that caring about work is a giant waste of emotion. I'm sure that wasn't his intention, but he's not much of a motivational speaker. We actually go so far as to try to prevent him from giving motivational speeches when there is trouble brewing at work.
We got a couple inches of snow today at the homestead, and I went out after dinner to play in it with HannieC. MaxieC refused to go out because it was "too dark", though oddly he got up at 5am this morning and declared "it's light out and time to get up" when it was equally dark. HannieC, also in her inimitable style, decided to ride the tire swing. She decided to spin around in it really fast. Right after dinner.
So our time in the snow ended with barfing through the hole in the tire swing. Going to work apparently just caused everyone to save it up for when I get home. I'm sure the dog will be out there tomorrow cleaning that up.
He likes ham.
4 comments:
You definitely put a twist on food blogging...
Was the slogan of Colorado recently changed to "Pikes Peak or Barf"?
Um, your family barfs a lot.
I think you just quadrupled my family's yearly output in just one week.
The Mrs.'s side of the family barfs a lot. My side, not so much. You never really think about it when you marry a barfer that you might end up with barfy kids. The Childrens got my intelligence and good looks, and The Mrs.'s barfing.
you forgot fainting too. we tend to faint. i clean up a lot of barf. does that count for anything?
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