Cause this week has been enough for me to pull out my hair. By that I mean busy, but good busy.
The job is going really well, and i'm learning more about those stupid vents that stick out of your roof than I ever thought I would need or want to... but i'm getting ahead of myself.
This past weekend, I went up to Brandon to see the much blogged about Spiehler Spawn. He's a cute kid, even if he does look a little like a Borg with all those wires hooked up to him. Drew, Dave, and I spent most of the day painting the little guy's room the coolest shade of canary yellow I have ever seen. Props to Mama Stacey for picking it out.
Of course, Dave and I wanted to get a little more creative than that. Dave was of the opinion that painting a mural of Krypton exploding on his ceiling would be cool, wheras I was all in favor of a custom "Dogs of Atlantis" cartoon taking up an entire wall. We were all set to comprimise on filling a few walls with the Gotham city skyline. We had just started getting Drew excited about it when Stacey walked in.
"No." she said, "He'll be enough of a geek with Drew around as it is." She then trudges off muttering something about "pumping", which both Drew and Dave agreed that I didn't want to know about. I was speculating that maybe she had a gas station in the next room when Drew informed me that she was going to go pump some breast milk.
I, being the gentleman that I am, let the subject drop until lunchtime. Right after the terrific pie I had for dessert, when milk was on my mind.
"So, you ever taste it?" I said in my ignorance.
Talk about a conversation-stopping bomb.
"NO!" Stacey said, "Why would I?"
"Well, you're gonna feed it to your kid, right?"
Sigh... maybe it's a good thing I'm probably never gonna be a parent.