Thursdays come and Thursdays go as Thursdays are wont to do. Yesterday was just such a Thursday. It has gone now and I’m kicking myself for it. Though surely it will return as my calendar tells me I should expect another Thursday next week and another the next.
But yesterday’s Thursday is gone.
Most days I’ll remember for the things I did. Accomplishments. Yesterday will more likely be remembered for what I did not.
… all hands fold
As the two year old says grace.
She says help the starving children to get well.
But let my brother’s hamster burn in hell! … John Hiatt, Your Dad Did
That has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but it made me smile this morning so I thought I’d share.
“So Zia, what’s this I hear about you kissing a boy at school today?”
“I didn’t kiss him!!”
“So what’s the story?”
“Well, I was helping Sam with his work and he said, ‘I should give you a kiss’
and I was like, ‘EWW, NO WAY!!’
and then he was like, ‘HOSEA!!’”
“Then what happened?”
“Then we started laughing and the whole class was staring at us and we got embarrassed.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t kiss him because you’re too young to get married.”
“I wasn’t going to marry him!”
“Well if you kiss him then you have to get married.”
“Dad!! That’s not right. You kiss Mommy.”
“Yeah, and look at us — we’re married!”
“Oh. (pausing)
That was a close one.”
“You got a budget? I mean, where do you want to be? Give me a number here. You know, something to work with.”
I did. He glared at me. “You asked.”
He sighed heavily, and picked up his calculator and commenced to cyphering.
I suck when it comes to negotiations.
