Well, this afternoon some dumb fuck in a pickup truck (go fig) smacked into a light pole and killed the power to my work. Even though it was a mile away. Killed the power to something like 6700 customers, I heard. Idiot. So I hung around for an hour doing nothing until we got the high sign to head out. That was nice because it gave me time to bum around and study for my test a little bit. My test which I studied approximately twenty minutes on and scored one hundred percent (I expect). Tandra bought Nic a bike so I spent a few minutes clueing him in to foot position on the pedal and the big secret of bicycling: If you fall one way, turn that way. He overcame some initial nervousness pretty quickly and I think he'll pick it up pretty fast. I think here in a week or so we'll try bomb drops. Probably in a month he'll be doing tailwhips and showing me up. He's four.
And Tandra... I still love you, but...
I have another love.
it's....
well...
vanilla wafers dipped in chocolate milk OH GOD
Oh hell yeah. :-)
There was more I was going to say and I cannot remember what it was. Of course, I could probably write that sentence in every single journal entry I ever write.
