I was watching the news at lunch and all of these experts were talking about the shark attack out in Cali. At one point the assistant fire chief steps up to the mike. They're on a sunny beach responding to a shark attack and this slope-headed, slack-jawed dude is wearing his full bunker gear, complete with his firehat. I look over at my wife and said, "Isn't that nice, the local Walmart greeter also serves as their assistant fire chief." The guy took a piece of paper out of his fifty pound, fire-resistant coat and proceeded to read the the minutes of the call in dull monotone.
Sad thing is, put me in a firefighter's suit and that exactly how my speech turned out two days ago. Maybe I was still nervous about the new baby, but I didn't do worth a crap. It was so bad that when I finished, I actually apologized to the audience.
It was probably no coincidence that I only sold one book.
Aw ... the baby! Sorry, I've forgotten what your post said above--I'm just looking at the new baby. It has been a long time for me. How is he doing? What name did you decide on?
And, yes, you do still have a life, and I'm sorry about selling only one book. Hmm...do you get another chance? When you're more settled? That's not fair.
. . . but then I panicked when the first diaper-changing was handed to me. You'd think I'd have that down to a science. Not only have I already changed diapers for one youngun, but I take diapers of dead old people for a living. The squirming shouldn't make that much of a difference.
I think it looks like you have that kid in a headlock. I think I have a pick of Mr. Pete somewhere holding a kid similarly. I'll send it if I can find it.
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