What happens when I accumulate a bunch of stuff that is not long enough for its own post.

I wrote Ricky Anderson’s resignation letter. I think he asked me to write it since I didn’t get to write my own. Ricky is so nice. He even put me on his blogging All Star team a while back which I am still pretty sure he did out of pity because I was unemployed. Our team ended up getting destroyed and that actually caused me to sink even deeper into depression. But that is ok, I know Ricky’s heart was in the right place.

I think I may have discovered my newest superpower: winning medium fries from the McDonald’s Monopoly game. I’m like 4 for 4. I don’t usually go to McDonalds that often, but when I am on a winning streak like this it is hard to say no. I use my free fries to get more free fries. It’s like free money except in fried fries. Which wouldn’t be a bad currency system if you think about. I think I just discovered one more inefficiency of our government. The one side effect that comes with my newest superpower assures that I will not be wearing any spandex crime fighting suits. So while the malcontents of the world may not have anything to fear, potatoes most certainly do.

Speaking of government inefficiencies, I saw this when pulling out of my driveway the other day:

Lady clothes are complicated. I was folding clothes this weekend and realized LB has clothing that I am not even sure which half of the body it goes on.

I was watching cartoons with Ada and there was a talking bear telling his friends, a talking raccoon and a chicken playing the maracas, that he saw a mermaid and they didn’t believe him. They said it was impossible. A maraca playing chicken said it is was impossible. That's all.

The other night I had a dream where I was teaching rappers how to pose for their album covers. For the record, this was a dream that you have at night while you are sleeping and not a lifelong aspiration. Not yet, anyway.

I’ll end with one of my most recent favorite Ada conversations:

Ada: So, you are taking me to the park tomorrow, right?
Me: No, we go on Saturday.
Ada: That is tomorrow though, right?
Me: No tomorrow is Thursday.
Ada: So the next day?
Me: No, that is Friday.
Ada: I don’t get it.
Me: In 3 days I will take you to the park. Not tomorrow and not the…
Ada: Just give it up, daddy.
Me: Are you sure?
Ada: Yeah, from now on just tell me right before we are about to go to the park, ok?

The Archived Post Relevant The Office Quote.

Angela: When I got home, Sprinkles' body was in the freezer where Dwight said he left her, but all my bags of frozen french fries had been clawed to shreds.