I had a boss who wanted me to hang a whiteboard. He started out by asking me if I was butch.

Which is my new favourite phrase. Butch it up, butch it up, butch it up.

Is there a little dance that goes with this? I bet there is.

I am good. need lunch now, but otherwise ok.

teaspoon state = punchy.

I have an Uncle Butch, "butch it up" does not seem right.

Also, my neighbor's cousin's sister died of earworm, so there.

"Butch it up" makes me think of my dad in the 50s with his little flattop all butch-waxed up. Edit: Actually, my dad used to go by Butch. Shh! Don't tell.

I have a brother-in-law Butch. Butching it up would mean something different.

I had an Uncle Butch and also a Nana Butch.

Is there a little dance that goes with this? I bet there is.

So far, there are only derisive facial expressions, but I have a couple ideas to expand on.

I need lunch now too. I decided no country potato second breakfast, but an apple instead, and I'm ravenous.

my neighbor's cousin's sister died of earworm, so there

Yes, but she was a loser.

I need to buy a present for a three year old girl I don't know much about. Except the mother is my best friend, so I know that most of the things I think of, she'll already have thought of. So far, my gifts have been Jamaican, or had a krav logo on. I can just be that aunt, can't I? The one that gives krav stuff? Well -- given my schedule, it's either that or logoed swag from my desk job.

ita, if she's three, everything you give her will get stained, lost, flushed, or broken, if her folks let her anywhere near it, anyhow. The threes are (ime) more terrible than twos ever thought of being.

They were talking about Peter Jennings on the radio this morning--one of the former news guys at the station e-mailed in a story about the time he attended an ABC News holiday party, where he saw Jennings on his knees, bowing down to the magnificence of the Weather Girls, playing on the stage in front of him. Afterwards, he walked up to the e-mailer and asked him, "Has the spaceship landed yet?" A few hours later, the e-mailer saw him sitting on the curb outside the party with his head in his hands.

Peter Jennings, party animal!

I can just be that aunt, can't I? The one that gives krav stuff?

I think that it would make your presents more special, in the sense that this little girl will never get a Jamaican/krav-logo-ed anything from anybody else. Anything else, she probably either already has it, or will get it as soon as some other grown-up will come up with the idea. It will just have to be a shiny making-3-years-old-happy kind of Jamaican/krav-logo-ed present.