adulting is hard

I'm currently waiting for new tires to be installed on my car. I'm at Costco rather than a tire store. This means that, for the first time in my life, I'm waiting on tires but not able to read a fishing magazine. It's weird.

The tire tech, while ringing me up, kept referring to me as "boss." Now, I'm killing time while trying to decide if "boss" is a label of working class camaraderie or a coded way of acknowledging that I am indeed fat.

I never used to think like this when I was a teen.

my child's thoughts, early holiday edition

I was driving my daughter to school today, and we passed a house that had already put up Christmas lights.

My daughter: "I HATE people who put up Christmas decorations right after Halloween."

Me: "If it makes you feel better, when I saw the lights last night when driving home from voting, I yelled at them."

Her: "I was playing Roblox yesterday, I had someone come up and wish me a Merry Christmas. They were wearing a Christmas sweater, and antlers, and everything."

She takes a beat. "I really, really hate overenthusiastic Christmas people."

Ah, my progeny.