Sharing the wealth

Ah, “Fifty First Dates.” I’d want a divorce if they weren’t so nice.

Someone else got the pleasure of experiencing that today. The moment in their head, no doubt of, “You had ONE JOB.” And … not the right result.

My “someone else,” though, is a better person than me and he said that the new result would probably be EVEN BETTER.

I have to hand that man an award. Not an Academy Award for acting, which I DESERVE SO MUCH. But for being so good at making everyone feel smart.

Of course he got it once. I get it way more often. And after a while, it starts to hurt.

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