Jun 30 2009
“Good job”
that’s what I heard today. Was it from my boss? Nope. My family after cooking a scrumptious dinner? Nope. I got Zoe hooked into her car seat and then went around and climbed into my parents’ truck (the van’s being repaired.) As I got up into the b-i-g truck, Zoe told me I did a good job. I said (sarcasm implied) “Thanks, Zoe.” “Weh-come!”
