Workday Cheer

Ah yes, Commode of the O'Dragon clan … a fine Irish family from County Cork.

Though I gotta say, as a youngin', Commode could be a real pisser.

Finished work!

Crushed my interview! *Drumstick Drop*

Apparently my oldest sister adhered to this "scientific" guidance.

She was in college when I was born. My mom was a single parent with three kids at home. My oldest sister would swoop in (I've been told swooping is bad, however YMMV), haul me off to the apartment she shared with her girlfriends/classmates. She'd take me to movies, to the local burger joint … all sorts of stuff. I learned to really love hamburgers, French fries and of course, Coca-Cola.

My mom had a tradition that once a month, on payday, the family would go out to eat. Never anything fancy, but something the family always did together. We were at a restaurant (Walgreens??), I said I wanted a burger, fries and a Coke. My mom tut-tutted that I was too young (three?? four??) to eat that stuff … my oldest sister snorted, said, "what do you think he eats when I take him for the weekend?" My mom was horrified. But … I got my burger, fries and "the pause that refreshes" … so I was totes OK.

Sasha normally hates fireworks, but even she approves.