Smokey, to me: Today I decided I needed some excitement in my life. So I put on my RIGHT shoe first.
Me, to him: Oooh, good idea. I’m gonna try that, too!
Younger Son did not get the six-figure job with the tech mega-firm. So he will continue to have to pay into F.I.C.A. all year. (That last sentence is a tax accountant joke, which I am not going to explain. Google it.) “Not enough cloud experience” was what they told him. Shucky-darns.