Only I Didn’t Say Fudge…

I said the word. The big one. The queen mother of dirty words. The F-dash-dash-dash word.

But…what else is new?

No, I didn’t knock the tire bolts (?) out into the snow mid tire-change – that’s not the only time the word FUDGE is appropriate. For those who think I’m actually out there changing my own tires (thank you AAA), I’m actually referencing a classic scene from one of the funniest Christmas movies out there, 1983’s A Christmas Story. I, too, remember being a young’un and the fear that accompanied that word. And also the taste of bar soap. Now, ehh, it’s just another word I try not to use too often at work and one that’s mostly directed towards Boston drivers (You don’t stop on the rotary!) and slow internet connections.

Achievement

So as some of you may have heard, I just signed a 13-year $325 million contract to… ok that’s a lie. I can’t even think of something to finish that sentence with. How crappy is that? People are getting paid $325 gazillion to do actual things and I can’t even come up with the ending to a sentence. Mo’ money mo’ problems though, am I right?