The CEO lives, but I’m still a little thirsty. God bless you fruit punch flavored Gatorade.

I’m sorry if Kjel.org ever seems anal about having people watch their language around the Jr. VP. It just has to be done, at least until he can be convinced not to say certain words. Example: I’m driving the boy home the other day and am waiting at the stoplight at 49th and Taylors Ferry. Some insane woman runs the light and almost takes out the guy in front of me. I mumble (under my breath, I thought) “crazy-ass bitch.” Of course, clear as day from the backseat comes “Crazy-ass bitch!” “Crazy-ass bitch!”. I made sure the windows were all rolled up.