Unk was standing in the doorway to my office this morning, talking about technology. It's possible I tuned him out a tiny bit. And then my eyes fell on the new calendar I bought yesterday. So beautiful and pristine, so full of possibility. So ready for me to start entering birthdays and recurring meetings and .... So I picked it up and showed it to him, Vanna White-like. He kept talking. So I put it in my lap and started petting it. Like this:
Him: Look at you - all rubbing that like it's porn.
Well. I do like a new calendar.