My daughter got her first flowers from a little boy. I looked at him, pointed at myself, then pointed 2 fingers at my eyes, then pointed at him, just like Robert DeNiro in "Meet the Parents". He is a nice kid, though, but it is my daughter.
Aaargh!
I am in Norway listening to 2 programmers go over a database design, and argue over its merits, whether it shoudl be in vbs, vba, or should it go into ABAP. The grass is growing outside.
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Random ramblings from a Southern father; a graduate of Ole Miss and LSU; a resident of Texas; one who looks at the world in a bygone way. Football and Jack Daniels, little girls in crisp crinoline underskirts, sitting in a rocking chair with your little girl asleep on your lap. The ways are not forgotten, just misunderstood by others. That Southern Daddy smell - that sickly sweet blended aroma of sour mash and bay rum.
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