Hey, Molly: you take that job and I'll take your hostile-work-environment lawsuit!

Speaking of hostile work, tonight I'll go back into the basement to continue work on that table. It's a very slow process -- but I think the outcome will be good, so I'll stay up late.

At times I feel like Bugs Buny in Rabbit of Seville, after he pries open Elmer Fudd's boot and takes a giant file to his toenails.

"You are next. You're so next."

Cookie is now back from his last day of kindergarten. Yes, it's summer vacation. Perhaps I can take this time to show him how to carve the table legs (of course, I'd need to learn how to do that myself before being able to show him). Likewise with the table saw.

It struck me as I chatted with Frylock earlier today: this is Cookie's last week of kindergarten -- and it is also Vito's last week at the USPS.

"The Wheel of Life," I remarked...

My brain immeidately started broadcasting a very warped version of the Wheel of Fortune gameshow. In which contestants Helen and Vito steadfastly refused to spin the wheel. And the role of Vanna White was played by Mrs. Sussman.

This week I noticed our own letter carrier. I haven't seen a man walk that slowly since I was waiting in the stroke ward at Lutheran Hospital. He shall henceforth be known as "The Moping Mailman." And we are certain that he hates Frylock.