I spied this lovely customized license plate today. I had to do a triple take and then grab my camera phone. Perhaps I’m a bit too hooked on phonics for my own good? This is precisely why it’s not always a good idea to be clever with your license plate. I resisted the urge to etch "must you share your sexual exploits?" on the side of the minivan.
When I’m overtired I sing songs to my daughter that should never enter one’s ear. This morning I was singing this riff in a falsetto called "sweet sunshine". After about three repeats of the Sweet Sunshine chorus, I think my wife was going to kill me. I can’t blame her considering my talents as a singer are lacking. It was determined I would get weekend custody of the child, that’s how bad my singing is. I will make this song available via a podcast for all those interested parties. Recently I’ve been making up all kinds of weird songs which clearly shows I’m stable.
Last night I pushed Anna in the stroller for roughly 106 minutes. It was great exercise for me, Anna got to nap, and mom got a break from parenting for just a bit of time. I know this will sound materialistic and crap, but I sure do love our Bob jogging stroller. It rocks the house yo. Bob is a stroller, not a big guy! That’s what we say in The
Giz Biz. I’ve come to grips with the fact I just might be a yuppie. I’m going to attach a "stroller computer" so I can track mileage walked with said stroller. Who needs Hydroxycut™?
For shits and grins, go here to see some of my handy work.
Podcast test, shhhh!