to the Bay, and Ben goes boom

[sergebroom]

I'll be working at the San Francisco office the week of July 16. My manager was a bit insistent about that today, and about my showing up every few months, bit it's not like I need much convincing to go to the Most Beautiful Place on Earth. (Not to be confused with the Happiest Place on Earth, which is DisneyLand, a few hundred miles to the south.) Mind you, my manager, in spite of her insistence, said nothing about reimbursing me for the ticket's cost. Who knows? Maybe she'll surprise me.

Besides that, I must have been more tired than I thought when I had my supper at 10pm yesterday. Note to self: when putting a bag of Uncle Ben's instant rice in the microwave oven, remember to first make a small tear near the top of the bag.

The mess following the explosion could have been worse.

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[fledgist.livejournal.com]

July 16 is the birthday of both my younger brother and his younger daughter. July 19 is the birthday of my older son. I wonder what this says about me.

Exploding rice sounds like a wedding gone bad....

[(Anonymous)]

What does this say about the men of your family? If I were Sigmund Freud, I'd ask what you think it means.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

Drat. Forgot to sign my earlier post.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

That we tend to need more warmth in the autumn.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

"Mon bébé, don't you think it's cold in here?"

"What? Is it October already? Get yourself an extra blanket."

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

I was born in late August, exactly three months before, or nine months after depending on how you want to count it, my father's birthday. My second son was born in February.

In fact, both my sons were born on a Friday 19th, at a quarter to five in the afternoon, on the same bed in the same childbirth centre.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

I was looking on a publisher's web page and found this: http://www.holtzbrinckpublishers.com/stmartins/search/SearchBookDisplay.asp?BookKey=4482034

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

"How To Feel Manly in a Minivan"...

Hah! I feel manly no matter what kind of vehicle comes under the control of my virile hands. I reek of manliness. OK... Maybe 'reek' isn't quite the word I want to use.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

LOL!