smacky and bucky

I never feel more like a little kid than when my wife drags me out gift shopping followed by a long trip to the grocery store. Three hours total spent shopping for random items, and I was ready to lay down in the aisle and start weeping. There's a definite reason she goes to the grocery store alone. I don't have the patience to do it.

It's also at times like that, deep in the bowels of Harris Teeter, that the words from my past come to mind. Numerous teachers in high school wrote "Needs to use class time more effectively" on my report cards. Likewise, an employer once called me into her office and said "You're very good at what you like to do, and not so good at what you don't like to do."

But then we hit the beer aisle and the voices shut up and let me pick a beer.