I accompanied the CFO to the doctor’s office the other morning. Nothing to worry about, just routine care and maintenance, all covered by warranty. They poked about under the hood a bit, and I believe she had her plugs and filters changed, her fluid levels checked and replenished, and various belts and hoses inspected and tightened as necessary. She may also have had her chassis lubed but I’m not sure; I’m no doctor. I was just there to provide childcare.
I am considering renting out the Intern to single men. Forget about hanging out with a cute puppy; a cute baby kicks any mutt’s ass when it comes to pulling chicks. I was walking around the Kaiser lobby holding the Intern. He was crying a little, so I was hugging him and telling him quiet jokes in his ear to shut him up make him happy. Whoa. You’d of thought I was the dude in the Axe bodyspray commercial based on the way the temperature rose in that lobby. Women were looking at me in a way that no woman but the CFO has looked at me for a very long time (except when I was wearing this Santa suit at a party once, but that’s another story). It was odd, but not odd in a bad way. I doubt it had much actually to do with me; I think that the Intern’s quasi-magical powers were responsible for the phenomena. And, lucky for you, those powers can be rented by the hour. If you’d like to see him in action yourself please contact me for a rate schedule.
Completely unrelated religion side note: the CFO and Stinkboy were talking to the CFO’s parents on the phone last night. The lad has a children’s Bible among his other books, and the last night or two he’s been requesting stories from it. The CFO is happy to oblige. She knew that her parents would be happy to hear it too (I think Stinky’s copy of the Good Book was a gift from them maybe?) so she so she put the lad on the phone. “What book did we read last night?” Nothing from the boy. “C’mon, what did we read?” Still quiet. “Who did we read a story about last night?” (the desired answer was “Jesus“, but I do believe that the judges would have also accepted “God.”) Jr finally decided to end his silence: “Homer!” I gave him a big hug at that point. Both of those boys are magical, I tells ya.
