Bananas and the Lego Man

So we decided to try some bananas today. Donovan was secure (if that's even possible) in his high chair eating some yummy yummy yummy for my tummy tummy tummy yogurt so I figured I would torture poor Sophia. She drinks so much formula and seems to be teething so I thought we'd get her going on some real food. As you can tell, she's not sure what to think. There were plenty of squeels from me and Donovan as well when she would drool some out of her mouth. Then Donovan would laugh and laugh and proclaim that it was "Gross!" but he says it with his lips puckered the entire length of the word. Try it.

Lego Man visited and left his son with us. I came in last night from work and he was still awake talking with uncle PJ and wearing this hood. PJ said, "Doesn't he look like the Lego Man?". Indeed. As soon as Donovan saw me reach for the camera he got all happy and was saying cheeeeeese and boogers (that makes him smile). Hence the silly look on his face. A little narcissistic he is but oh well. I love that boy.

For the love of everything remotely holy, please go read the Dooce page for today. (It's titled Sprint's newest customer - you may have to look in the daily archives on the left under category)

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I Can't Wait

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This, That and The Other

I can already tell that Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to suck ass even more than it normally would at my job. Last night, a guy was telling me how much he gave me, how much he was supposed to get back and THEN told me what order to give it back to him in. Um? Sir? I'm not a twit, ok, I am a twit, but I'm not an idiot. Ok, sometimes I can be. Like that time I moved up to Wisconsin in the middle of a blizzard from nice, warm Tucson, AZ for a dumb boy and we broke up less than two months later. Yeah that sucked but my point is: I've been in retail, just about every job one could have except store manager, for about oh, 19 years. I think I know what I'm doing when it comes to giving change back. Don't talk to me like I'm a 16 yr old kid who's working his first job and doesn't give a shit what kind of work ethic he has. I care about you as a customer but when you're a dick to me and pissing off everyone in my line so they are dicks to me ? Well, ...

This Has To Be Said

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