Afternoon update
2005-03-10, 2:48 p.m.

I'm batting DW around a little right now. Just for fun. He called and left a message here that "the guys" really REALLY need him tonight at football. They do! 4 or 5 of them can't make it, and they'll have to forfeit their game unless the DishWasher can come play.

(me doing my mock hand-job hand motion)

Anyway, he called to ask for my permission, and I think that's a little silly. What am I going to say, no? He'll play, he'll stay out too late, he'll feel like he's 90 years old tomorrow, and I do not intend to deprive him of that. But I'm not going to answer him just yet.

I'm eviiiiiiilllllll.