As if to mock my naming him My Three Sons, the family today was back to two kids. But get this, this time the little boy was there again in his little hoodie, but one of the older boys was absent. It's like they're playing the shell game with their kids, just to taunt me.
My officemate and teammate, Rhonda, met with Tim from the technical team from 1:00-2:00 to work on crafting an e-mail we're going to send to students who participated in a Google pilot we had earlier in the year, and whom we'd like to invite to participate in another upcoming Google Apps for Education pilot.
We canceled our weekly 1.5-hour working team meeting that was supposed to follow that from 2:00-3:30, as me, Rhonda, and our manager, Jude, had a lot going on. I particularly wanted to get some stuff done before leaving on vacation in the morning.
I caught the 5:30 bus home, and immediately drove down to Great Clips at Mission Valley for a $7.99 haircut before getting out of town. They must be told to do two things at that salon: 1) sell products and 2) use the word "yellow" to scare the customers into using them.
You may remember one of the last times I got my haircut, the stylist talked about dandruff—differentiating between the "white kind" and the "yellow kind."
This time the stylist,
I met Steve H. at MoJoe's for dinner, and we both had the Jack Daniels BBQ Hamburger for dinner, which was killer, and shared a basket of fries. Good food. Good company.
And bonus, since I parked carefully and legally this time, there wasn't a ticket waiting for me on my windshield when I returned to my car.
Love, love, love this Prudie zinger today:
I had an early night, as I had yet to pack, and I had to be up at 4:00 in the morning to be to the airport by 5:00.