Last night I had to bring some work home with me. Sucks, I know.
The work was going to take more than an hour, but less than 50% brainpower. Kat asked if I’d read Keith’s recent One Angry Polack about Stephen Colbert. I’ve been working a lot.
She said, “I’ll read it to you.”
I nodded my head toward the kitchen where Dalys was doing the dishes. Kat knows I’m a little uncomfortable with too much cussin’ around Dalys.
Kat says, “I’ll beep out the bad words.”
And she does. She reads the whole thing saying “BEEP” everytime Keith’s language gets … colorful. Had both of us in stitches. I’m not sure I can read One Angry Polack without the beeps anymore.