Watching...
A guy balancing a 32" television on the seat of his ten-speed bicycle walking down the sidewalk at 7 in the morning.
Think he bought that TV?
And yet another co-worker quote
It doesn't need to get done, if it doesn't need to get done.
Sins of the day
Gluttony
I spent most of my day eating my way thru various parties in the hospital... free food and all that.
Lust
Went to see an A Cappella group downtown tonight... and all I can think about is the tenor. He makes me feel so... yeah lust really kicks the ass out of gluttony.
A Trip To See Santa
We went downtown yesterday to take Finn to see Santa, something that we plan to continue until the end of time. (Sorry Finn). Waiting in line we could look thru the glass and watch the other kids sitting on Santas lap, listing the treasures they hope to receive. Finn was fascinated and could not keep his eyes off of him. He was all smiles as we kept repeating "That's Santa". When asked where Santa was he would point and giggle. Once we were the next to go... Finn leaned around Mrs. Clause and started to wave, and clearly said "Hi Santa". He continued to repeat this until he ended up on his lap.
I have a feeling Santa will be very generous this year.
Lemmings
Routinely high school students tour thru our autopsy suite to look at organs and learn about anatomy. Mainly we show them diseased organs, trying to horrify them into a more sober lifestyle as we pimp our profession. The last batch of kids here seemed interested, asking somewhat appropriate questions although they did not standout as an extremely bright group of kids... emphasized by the following thing I witnessed.
One of the girls walks out of the autopsy room, takes off her gloves and LICKS her hand. She then turns to her friends- "Oh my god my hand tastes nasty, taste your hands everyone". The really scary thing... at least five others proceeded to lick their hands.
Tell me I was not like this in high school, please...
Pee
Have I mentioned how f'in cool my kid is? Yesterday at daycare a couple older kids were working on toilet training... Finn decided it was time to try as well. Our child peed in the toilet! Now I never thought I could possibly be so excited about urine, but when it is my sons and it is going into the toilet... ya hear that? Into the T.O.I.L.E.T!
It's only Wednesday?
This Friday I am going out with M, my future roommate in hell. I can't wait... a girls evening full of drunken debauchery, drugs, sex, and human sacrifice. OK so I could be exaggerating a touch... but why else would her hubby ask if he should have money ready to bail us out of jail? Nah... no jail, but we may need to be picked up at the border. I can't wait for Friday.
The moon is rising, chain up the baby.
I am fairly certain all of our children (canine, feline, and human) are werewolves. Each full moon we can expect a house full of crazies, awake, barking, pacing, or crying. Finn refuses to sleep and decides the best form of communication is flailing his body to and fro screaming, unhappy with everything. Maybe we should start chaining them all up before the moon rises... or maybe we should not feed Finn two pounds of Thai food before bed.