December 26, 2009
Sometimes I find humor in telling others things that are in direct contrast to what they are expecting. I like to tell co-workers who are getting ready to leave that the supervisor asked them to stay late, for example. Last night, over Christmas dinner, I think I got more than I bargained for pulling this same trick on my dad. My brother and his pregnant girlfriend were sitting at the table, ravenously digging into cornish game hens. Somehow the conversation got to how fast some babies come out. "I was fast," I declared. "No you were not!" he ranted.