Fearless

Last night, or, rather, early this morning around 2 a.m., Chanel woke up and stayed up. She needed someone to talk to, so I woke up and stayed up as well. During our lively one-hour conversation we discussed several topics, including our daughter’s unhealthy dependence on Motrin, our ridiculous and scroungy yet altogether real request for cookies from Trader Joe’s, and the fact that I hadn’t blogged in a while. Chanel accused me of being a chicken for not blogging recently because I was recently asked by my employers to limit my comments about work and my job. Seems they have a program that tracks online references to my company, and my blog showed up on their radar. I let Chanel know that I am not a chicken, and to prove it, I am posting this website log, which contains references to my employer.

Today at work we (http meta tag error. Unable to process. Please see Blogger administrator for additional information.)

I was also surprised to learn that our company (Syntax error. Reference code A-313. Would you like to report this bug? Y N)

I can’t wait to see the response when news breaks that (Illegal motion. Offense. 15 yard penalty. Repeat third down.)

Finally, and I’ll get in big trouble for posting this, but (You have won second prize in a beauty contest. Collect $10.)

Chanel, you must have temporarily forgotten that you married a real man, who ain’t afraid of nothin’. I’ll chalk it up to pregnancy memory.