A healthier diet. . .

I'm eating an apple instead of the Mesquite BBQ kettle chips that verbally solicited me in the break room. The bastards should be taken to the parking lot and smashed beneath my shoe. But having to lick them off the pavement when I give in and eat them an hour from now would just be embarrassing.

Easter in Oregon. . . .

All this for two lousy plastic eggs filled with. . . . . . CANDY, MOMMA, LOOK CANDY!

I know this is kind of late, but I just got the pictures downloaded from my camera.

Question. . . .

Is it mean that I've sent my child into a recently occupied bathroom like a canary into a coal mine?