Thursday, June 15 -- Skittles
Down The Horse"
ur vending machine
here at work has green bags of Skittles
in them. Theyíre called "Sour Skittles". Though it was 8:30 in the morning
when I saw them, and I hadnít even had breakfast yet, I almost bought a
bag. Iím kind of a Skittle fan. Any food that is 90-some-percent sugar
has to be pretty good, right? Iíve had the traditional red bag of Skittles
before, as well as the blue bag and the purple bag, but Iíve never even
seen the green bag before. I think they ought to take the red bag, the
blue bag, the purple bag, and the green bag and combine them to make one
giant über-bag of Skittles. But maybe thatís just meÖ.
Weíre going to the mall tonight (whoopee!). We need to pick up the high
chair we ordered through the catalog. I promised my wife that Iíd get a
haircut before the baby arrives, and since that could be any day now, I
need to do so the first chance I get. Besides, itís getting so long that
the people at work are starting to call me "Mick Jagger".
I cannot have a normal conversation with anyone anymore. Even at work,
the subject always turns to, "So, she have the baby yet?" "You have any
names picked out?" I hate that one. Iíve already started answering
that one with "I think weíre going to go with ĎDweezilí," at least to people
I know well. With some of the baby names Iíve seen lately, people may actually
think Iím serious. If I really wanted to be original, I could name