6/20/03

I have a post regarding recent events that I don't feel entirely comfortable sharing. It's not all that interesting, but if you're curious and/or bored drop me a line and I'll forward it to you. I'll let you decide if you think it belongs here. I'm pretty sure you'll agree with my choice.

It may take me some time to get back to you. I'll be in Denver until Wednesday of next week and the laptop from work refuses to allow me employ it to take care of personal matters. It's an old model, but I'm convinced it has a chip that detects the amount of enjoyment I derive from its use. If I have a grin on my face it'll lock up faster than you can type, "www.theonion.com".

This afternoon I told a Vice President of our company that, "I really don't want to talk to you." See, his voice sounded remarkably like another person's; a person with whom I feel comfortable saying something like, "I really don't want to talk to you." The Vice President took it well. I think he was even mildly amused. As for me, I had visions of soup kitchens dancing in my head.

I told Deb about this and she started laughing. "You got caught!" she said. Allie looked at her mom and asked, "Did someone put a net on Daddy?"

Okay, I know this little anecdote isn't even worthy of Reader's Digest but this is the caliber of post you can expect on weeknight.

Howie came over and took Allie next door to pick strawberries in his backyard. Juicy and sweet, the berries turned Allie's fingers, cheeks and lips bright pink. Howie picked about a quart for her. I kept sneaking them out of the plastic container and into my mouth whenever Allie and Howie weren't looking. In fact, after I finish this I'm going upstairs and steal more of them away from my daughter.

To continue: After fish sticks and French fries, we wandered out into our own backyard. Deb and I plucked weeds out of the raised garden while Allie used a trowel to pour moist, crumbled soil all over her lap and my right arm. Deb planted tomatoes and jalapenos for me. She even left room for a basil plant. I see sauce in our future. Sauce, salsa and tuna sandwiches with fresh tomato and a little minced basil. Yum.

Did I mention I've got an Apple iTunes monkey on my back? Don't tell, Debbie, but I spent $15 on gems like "Surrender" by Cheap Trick (the live version, thank you) and "I'm the Man Who Loves You" by Wilco. It's just too easy to get precisely the stuff you want. Although why I wanted so many old Doobie Brothers cuts escapes me (okay, just two, but that's enough to last me for a very long time).

It's midnight. Time for sleepy.

'night.

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