No good deed goes unpunished, folks.

That’s when I take her little squeaky duck and roll around in the office chair (or swivel, if I feel like it) and she jumps up trying to snatch it.

It’s quite good fun.

Maybe she’s not a total a-hole to that guy right now, but I’ve seen this lady mistreat some folks, and the way she condescends to people is infuriating.

Here’s hoping the dude really thought this through.

I’m spending my Memorial Day vacation to apply for a new job at a few places today.  Conditions at my current job are quickly approaching intolerable, but after eight years, it feels so strange and scary to be getting back into job searching.

Have any of you gone on the hunt after being somewhere for a long time?  I know I shouldn’t be so anxious, but damn, the thought of something new’s just a little scary.

Yesterday I was walking Victoria around the park behind my house, which has a swimming pool.  There were kids in the pool of every imaginable skin color, and they were all having fun and playing together.

Then I remembered that there was a time when that wasn’t possible, and I’m really, really glad that my little ones weren’t born then.

Not because of Jesus, God, or anything (of course) but because it would mean I’d be able to enjoy a lot of the neat things in this world for free, like Broadway shows or ball games.

I’d haunt the !@#$ out of some Broadway shows.

Unfortunately, after the success of Victoria’s first outing in a dress, she’s decided that as part of her benefits package for her continuing role as my caregiver, she’s going to need half of the closet space and a new wardrobe.

It’s not easy being a dad.

I’ve given your message a lot of thought. 

I think many of the things you’ve said are wrong, but seeing as how you’ve made it abundantly clear how little you care, I’m not going to waste your time or mine by pursuing any further discussion on those points.  I do, however, think it’s important to note that there are ways to demonstrate how much you love your wife and children other than discarding or undervaluing friendships with other people who love you.

I will also remind you that I called you the week after our fight and apologized… to your voicemail. I don’t know if you screened my call or not, but even if you didn’t, you decided to ignore it.  It makes me hopeful to see that on some level you feel remorse for the way you treated me, even if it’s about fourteen months late.

I do forgive you, and I forgave you a long time ago.

I love you and your family, and I hope you’ll be happier in your new home.

-Ryan

I really do hate how emotional I get about these things, especially when it’s someone who literally doesn’t give a damn about me in the first place.

Does anyone out there have an e-hug to spare?