I'm offically old

I am not a long post kind of person. I dont have that kind of time, inclination, or attention span. So I originally planned on spending a paragraph and a half going on about my soul-crushingly boring day. Jared took offense to the length i had choosen. So here; two full paragraphs of every thought off the top of my cerebral cortex.

Good news: theres a new family member on the way. Better news: Its not mine. Anthony gives me a call early today, appearently the polyeurathane and other superfund site worthy chemcials that we sucked up on our daily jobs had less of an impact on his sailors then on mine. Carlas got a bun in the oven and the next generation has begun.

This means two things: One: we again have somebody in the family who believes in Santa Claus, so i gotta dig up my big red suit. Two: I am now old. It is now expected of me that i actually do something worthwhile with my life; so two kids, a morgage and alimony is now looming in my near future.

*sidenote : there is not a single Sonic restaurant in a hundred and fifty miles. Why is every other commercial while im watching burn notice about the allegedly amazing drive-through they have.