The Thrill of Victory

The city council of our fair city thought this a fitting tribute to mark our award. We are moved, but think it a bit much. Afterall, the Sneed blog culture is one of letting our work speak for itself.

The hangover from the glorious news about our recent award continues in the halls of the MerleSneed blog. From the boardroom to the mailroom, jubilent staffers are high-fiving one another and letting out whoops of joy. It is the best of times.

At the impromtu celebratory dinner I hosted last evening at the Der Wienerschnitzel, I cautioned Stuie about losing focus of our core beliefs, which are complaining incessantly and reporting on the Sneedlets. Now is not the time to let up in our efforts to make the world less annoying to our founder.

Stuie did hear from Mr.Patel concerning Larry. Mr. Patel said Larry will be unable to pick up our award because his girlfriend Janine's mother is in the hospital, recovering from complications of a back alley tattoo job. Stuie is ticked off because Larry used this same story once before to get out helping Stuie move.

The backup speakerphone plan has also hit a snag. It turns out that the Best Western doesn't have phones in the rooms, so that's a problem. We are now investigating the possiblity of having our award shipped to us. The judges have asked for a prepaid box for that purpose, so Stuie is figuring out how that works.

Earlier this morning I snuck away and picked up Sneedlet One. We were going to the mall so that he could play, but he fell asleep in the car and we had to come home. Now he is singing Wheels on the Bus and making me do it too. He has the attention span of a three year-old so he just flits from one thing to another and he expects me to keep up. Damn kid.

Later we, and by we I mean me, walked to the mall. Sneedlet rode in the jogging stroller and complained about the sun being in his eyes and the cold. Kid is a chip off the old block. Just a note here. A jogging stroller doesn't really jog, you have to push it just like a plain old stroller. He played in the playground and has learned that when some kid pushes you it is best to push him back.

The walk home was easier, since it is down hill from the mall. I have to get in better shape, I'm telling you.

Merle.


Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky


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