I had lunch with some coworkers at a local Vietnamese restaurant called Saigon. Accompanying my pho tai were some fresh jalapeno slices, and I dropped one in my bowl. When I finally came across that jalapeno as I was eating, it burned my throat and made me cough. I said, “Be careful with those jalapenos, guys. It’s like eating napalm!”
What? Too soon?
[Thanks for the punchline, Will.]
My condolences go out to all of our competitors. I’m sure there were several in the running, but I’m afraid the contest is closed. In fact, I didn’t even know there was a contest until my three-year-old daughter proclaimed to my wife and me, “We’re the best family ever!”
I’d like to thank the Academy, Mom & Dad, my wife, …
For the last few days, we’ve been looking for our TV remote. Behind the sofa? Nope. Underneath the cushions? Try again. Stuck in a drawer? Oh, sorry! Thanks for playing. Buh-bye.
Well, as my wife is taking down the Christmas tree today, she finds one last present wrapped in a blanket under the tree. Courtesy of our three-year-old.
Linda sends this one along:
So there I was . . . just relaxing in front of the TV when the kids yelled, “Hey Mom, come see the kittens.”
