Here are a few random photos take with my crappy cell phone camera. (Hence, the poor quality.) Hopefully, they’ll pass muster on the strength of the content and composition.
These are window blinds.
Happy birthday to Mrs. Wife! You’re not older, you’re…actually that’s a bunch of baloney. You’re exactly one year older. But you’re still a hell of a lot younger than I am, so you’ll get little sympathy from me on that account!
Last night we went to a wedding in deepest, darkest New Jersey. We were almost at the Pennsylvania border! A beautiful venue, a beautiful wedding. Guess who I saw there? The guy who was charged with the unpleasant task of laying me off from Morgan Stanley in 2008. What are the odds?! Astonishing! That was real comfortable.
I don’t bear any animosity or ill will towards him. He was just the messenger. But it was still an odd sensation, especially after the third glass of wine. The fact is that the last time I saw this guy, I lost my job and it was the beginning of a long, dark period.
He’s nice enough but he’s one of the dullest people I’ve ever met. It’s like trying to talk to a block of concrete. It doesn’t jibe with his chosen profession as a personnel manager. His wife was up dancing with some girls the entire night while he sat at the table, more often than not, alone. She was astonishingly cute and vibrant. I wonder how that happened?
Actually, people probably look at the astonishing cute and vibrant Mrs. Wife and wonder the same thing.