Phone it in.

I've been staring at this screen for about 10 minutes now. I thought that I had something to say, but apparently, I don't.
I was talking with G. today and he said something I thought was so funny that soda almost came out of my nose. Almost.
Me: She checked out early, and then waited for me to say something.
Greg: I'm doing the same thing with work.
I guess it's funnier in context.
Actually, I guess it isn't that funny, is it, to dislike your job so much that you just end up phoning it it.
Blech. Sometimes being a grown up is a drag, but I'm not convinced that being a kid is all that great either. Especially these days. Things were simpler growing up in the 80s.
On an unrelated note, my sister from knoxville is coming up here for an extended weekend with the newest addition to the family, Giovanni. Very excited to see them! I think we may hijack my parents place in the poconos for a bit, so I'll be able to introduce her to the processed meat heaven that is Hot Dog Johnny's. Ah, the simple pleasures.