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I find my self stressing about work. I have been her over a year, but in the past that is about as long as I stay at a job before they give me the “it’s not you it’s me” speech.

Prolly just paranoid.

Today at lunch I decided that when I have kids I need to replace the word ut-oh with something more interesting. Ben suggested formaldehyde. So every time the baby dropped something they would say formaldehyde! That way when they play the I’m gonna make daddy pick up stuff game they love to play it will at least be interesting for the unsuspecting by-standers.

I feel there is no need to point out that we watched a young boy in a stroller drop a set keys repeatedly while chanting “ut-oh.”

Heel, heel go away. I am really annoyed today.