No evil
Do you ever have one of those days that’s just really odd? Which, first day back at work, so I suppose I should’ve expected odd.
I woke up to a super dog eyeing my new shoes. Thankfully he vamoosed when he saw me glaring at him. He gets one pair of shoes to eat and that’s it.
But Allana, thank you for the different toys. I quite enjoy the one where I push a button and the little Superman figure goes shooting across the room. It became a fun game of how far can we get the little guy to sail across the room. We’re easily amused in the bullpen. Jerry won. He was surprisingly good at it. I’m pretty sure he owns one at home.
And then I got to take a Kryptonian for a tattoo--cause you know he’s 18 now and can make his own decisions and I’ll back that up because adult or whatever--and what does he go and do?! He passes out on me. Yeah, Kon, I’m not doing that again so find someone else to bring you for the coloring. And no, you can’t borrow my kryptonite for it either.
The nice part of the day had to be coming home to a box of maple donuts in front of the door. Which, thanks, Stiles, but you owe me two more because I do believe the box says there are supposed to be six and there were four. I take donuts very seriously.
I hope the rest of you are having a pretty good year so far.
And Robin, I bought Marian a shiny new copy of Dirty Dancing. You’re welcome.