I'm home with a sick Jack today. My normally independent sunshiney boy has been glued to my lap and miserable since he rolled out of bed. Bummer. I plan to get my work done while he's down for his afternoon nap.
So, yesterday when Monica and Juliet and Evana were here, I got a call from our landlords at the office saying, "Um, FedEx Freight is here and we need you to come deal with it." I called B.J. and said, "Where are you?" He was farther away from the office than I was - downtown having lunch. So I left Monica here with the kids (YAY MONICA!) and ran over to receive the package.
The package was two 75 gallon drums. Thankfully they were empty, but they were huge and really awkward to get through four locked doors and five turns.
I was filthy by the time I got them to the lab.
So I was telling Dad about this, and he said, "What does BJ need two 75 gallon drums for?"
And I said, "I don't know, to go with his 75 gallon guitar?"