The New Pants

Well, last week I finally broke down and went pants shopping again. I have a hard time spending money on myself. I always convince myself that what I have will last a bit longer. Some people (we won't mention any names, but it's my wife) think I'm cheap because of this behavior. I would just say that I don't like spending money unless it's really necessary.

Anyway, I digress. I bought a pair of black, corduroy pants, and I'm wearing them for the first time today. I have to say that I look really good in them. They suit me. I even got whistled at this morning. Of course, I suppose it doesn't really count if you are whistling at yourself. I'm claiming it, though.

Perfect Morning

Today is a perfect day to be sitting on the porch of a log cabin out in the woods somewhere; wrapped up in a big, thick blanket; and holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate with both hands about two inches below your nose.

It is about 55 degrees this morning, sunny, with a slight breeze. The sky is an endless sea of blue, and the air has a clean crispness to it.

It is one of those mornings when you reluctantly go inside to work. Leaving this perfect morning behind with longing.

Please Use Other Door

We have a little game we like to play with our clients up here at work. We put up a sign on the front door that says, “Please Use Other Door.” Then on the side door we put up the same sign. So, when they go to that door it sends them back to the front. In this way we have actually reduced the amount of clients that want to complain about something. A few will stop and knock, intending to ask whoever comes to the door where they need to go, but most just walk away confused.

Hot Sauce

We went to the taco place today for lunch. J.P. was complaining that the hot sauce that they had wasn’t hot enough. I looked down and noticed he had skipped over the Mild, Medium, and Hot, and had gone straight to Fire. I asked him what he was looking for, the one that says, “Never Taste Again.”