The institutional mouthpiece of Kjel.org

Don’t worry Stinky, she never said anything like that about you. As far as you know.

The CFO is at Tank minus 36 hours this evening. Did I mention that she loves the fact it was 102 degrees today? I’ve been told that most of the other 8.92 to 8.98 month pregnant women in town right now do too.

Tomorrow Kjel.org is taking the day off and going to the Children’s Museum, a park or two, maybe the zoo, pizza for lunch, and anywhere else we can think to take the boy that might assuage the CFO’s and my conscience. Sorry Jr. VP. You’re a very good boy, and you’ve had a good run, but it all comes to end Thursday morning. Don’t take it personally. Look on the bright side: you aren’t losing a Mommy and Daddy. You’re gaining an intern. View this as a promotion. Please don’t scream too much over the next few weeks, and if you can find it in your heart not to bite anyone involved here Daddy will make it worth your while.

The Jr VP wore two thirds of a Twix bar on his face during our drive home the other day. He and I had stopped at the Thefty to buy groceries, and he was so supportive and helpful (”Good job Daddy!“) when I managed to select three peaches that weren’t rotten — they’re for the CFO, don’t worry) that I thought it would be nice to get a treat he and I could share in the car on the way home. Since the Twix comes in two pieces, I thought it perfect. A poor decision in retrospect.

I forgot it would be 90 degrees in the car when we got in. Jr took a bite (Candy bar! Yay!) and liked it, but on bite #2 he missed his mouth and got chocolate up his nose. I saw it and laughed. Big mistake on my part. So as we are driving up SW 45th, I’m looking into the backseat and saying No! Stop! Take a bite! while trying to avoid swerving into the other lane, and he is drawing on his own face with melted chocolate and laughing and laughing. It’s not every day I have to beg and plead with the boy to please take bites of candy, but there we were. By the 7-11 on SW 49th even Jr. recognized that we might have a problem: the words “Daddy! Napkin!” bubbled up out of his chocolaty mouth several times. Sorry I didn’t get a picture.