A new low...

There were swarms of emails going around on Friday in regard to an "urgent" work issue. I wasn't even on the clock, but was checking email and somehow got in the middle of said "urgent" issue. I asked my boss if he could access a particular page on our website. He could not access it. Why? He was responding from his Treo during Happy Hour. The give-away should have been the erratic misspellings and seemingly contained mood (usually this kind of thing would throw him off half-cocked). The highlight of the exchange?? When he replied to all, "If I'm not too hungover, I'll look into this over the weekend."

Whoa.

It's not as mystifying as him coming into a staff meeting with an ace bandage around his wrist one day and responding to our inquiries as to what happened with, "I can't remember. It was one of those black-out kind of nights."

And to think... I considered not returning to work.

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F. lost one of his front teeth over the weekend. He lost it in a squirmish in the attic with his playdate. He couldn't find the tooth (still hasn't) and he was worried that the tooth fairy wouldn't leave him $. I told him the tooth fairy would still visit. Just in case, he wrote the following:

Dear Tooth Fairy,

I couldn't find my tooth when I lost it. It's somewhere in the attic if you need it.

From,
F.

Because his other tooth is hanging (sideways) by a thread, it's moved to the center of his mouth. I told him he looked like a Hillbilly. He asked what a Hillbilly is; I responded, "It's someone who lives in the mountains without access to dental care." He responded - dead serious - "Cool."