My 12 year old son's Spanish teacher just called.

He answered the phone, then handed it to me, with
a fearful look in his eyes.

She wanted to call to tell me how wonderful he was,
how much he helped in class and was a joy to be around.

I thanked her, and hung up, and (I couldn't
resist) glared at him.

YOU ARE IN BIIIIGGGGGGG TROUBLE!

hehehe.

This is his favorite class, and he KNOWS he does
well. But there is something within us that is always
sure we are going to get "caught".

I'm such an asshole.

Today I heard my name called over the company's
PA system. The president's secretary told me the
the president want me in his office immediately.

This is a rare occurence, and I always have a few
days of prep.

(the back of my head goes, I'M IN BIIIGGG TROUBLE!)

So I stop off in my office to pick up my shoes (just
started wearing them a few months ago, it sucks when
the new CEO has a clothing fetish) and head to his
office.

And he just needed my opinion on a technical matter they
were about to bid on.

whew.