Small Talk (or “Thanks Polar Vortex”)
The temperature just dropped about 30 degrees in three hours, which means the Polar Vortex has returned. I’ve got to say, I’m super excited to have this freezing air here now again for the third time this year. I think that bodes super well for this coming winter. But hey, it sure makes small talking in the elevator up to my office easy. From yesterday morning:
I froze briefly (pun not intended). I’m just so terrible at small talk. But then I remembered the low today and my reply came to me. “I am for the next few hours.” Boom! Small talk!
It doesn’t sound like much, I know. But it was words. Compare that to earlier in the morning when I was walking to the train at my usual brisk pace and passed a guy. He glanced at me sidelong as I swept past him and said “Geez, you’re passing me like I’m standing still.”
My response? “Uh, yeah, oh…Fast!” I put my head down and picked up the pace. I’m sure he had mixed feelings being passed by the mentally handicapped guy in the green jacket.
Parent of the Year
As far as we can tell, Rocky didn’t nap at all yesterday. Not even a little. As you may recall, that’s not a recipe for a great night. We were prepared, though, and managed the crisis pretty well. But no matter how diligent we try to be, there’s still only two of us and three kids. Something is bound to fall through.
Rocky walks out of our room with my glass of wine in his hand. “Here Daddy, I drink it.”
“I’m sorry, did you say you drank it?”
“You drank from this glass? The wine?”
“Yeah. I drink it.”
Nice. Well, no big loss. It wasn’t that great a bottle of wine anyway.
- Our microwave
- Egg cooked in a non-stick pan
- Four month old’s blowout diaper
- CTA floor
- Carmel factory explosion
Oh, sorry, don’t mind me. I was just making a list of things that are easier to clean than Mexican rice on tostada night.