"If you don't see the book on the shelf, write it." ~ Beverly Cleary
The dispute is over. Which dispute, you ask? Handsomest grandson-in-law*. I received confirmation of the fact in writing today. I should probably frame the note and put it up at the office. Hey, the title of most anything is cool, right? Well, maybe the title of most self serving post ever isn’t a title I really want, but I’m willing to live with it.
* Denotes Elvrum side. Currently, I am the only grandson-in-law on the Elvrum side. Let’s not split hairs though.
Hannah and I were thinking we may have gone a little overboard with the garlic on our latest batch of Paninis last night. I confirmed our suspicions when a coworker standing several feet away asked, “Wow, what did you eat? Garlic?”
I brushed my teeth twice before heading into the office, so maybe I’m going to lay off the extra garlic in the future. Now that I think about it, maybe I should hide out in my cube for the rest of the day also.
I knew we lived close to Edmond-Woodway high school. I guess I didn’t realize how close, or how big a deal high school football is around here. I hopped out of my car Friday night to hear a mighty throng chanting “defense, defense”. Now I’m not accustomed to cheering squads following me around, so it took me a while to figure out what was going on. Although Hannah often chants “defense” at me if I answer a question a little too defensively.
Example:
“Barry, what happened to all of the cookies?”
“Why do you think I know?”
“defense!”
Anyway, I guess I’d better get used to the sounds of prep football. Who knows? Maybe I’ll go take in a game or two. Yeah, my life really is that exciting.