sirloins

The story in my last blog was a fabrication, but only because in that office I hear sounds like someone clearing their throat and I have to tell myself not to turn around lest I melt like the Nazis at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Naturally, I started thinking of a "worst case scenario" and came up with that story.

In other news, my first father's day (on the receiving end) was pretty successful.