I can always count on him to get the job done. He's always there when I need something and always the first one to volunteer. The house wouldn't be the same nor run as well without our Meatball hard at work.
He's also a great slab of Grade-A Doofus. He's constantly singing to me, which annoys me greatly. Especially when he raps. I despise rap. He knows that and does it just to get a rise out of me.
One night last week or so he got down on one knee and proposed to me. I came real close to punching him in the head. I walked back to my office thinking "What am I going to do with this idiot?"
The only answer I could come up with was "Keep him."
On the tail of the previous (heavy) post this one spread a smile from ear to ear.
ReplyDeleteSounds like this Meatball is just what you need - a light dose of silliness, laced with a genuine desire to lighten your work load by being there when the job requires it.
Great recovery post! :)
Jenny Lou- Thanks. I thought I needed something a bit silly to recover from that last one. I always say "Joke 'em if they can't take a...." (grin)
DeleteSorry if I caused you any grief with my comments yesterday. That wasn't my intention.
ReplyDeleteIf it makes you feel better, I might never eat meatballs again after looking at that picture. Does that makes us even? :D
Bryan- No worries, pal. I kinda left myself open there. It hit me sorta hard for some reason.
DeleteTruth be told, I may never eat them again either.
Okay. Now we haven't heard from you in four days. I'm starting to worry.
ReplyDeleteBryan (again)- Sorry, man. There wasn't much to talk about at work and I was busy with things at home. Feverishly working on the chainmail project before my hands self-destruct.
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