Good friends are hard to find. We visited some of these hard-to-find friends this week and had a great time. In our conversation about what makes a good friend, our friend hit the nail on the head:
God and farts.
When you can seamlessly transition from your faith to poo, then you've reached a level of intimacy unrivaled by other friends.
My two year old knows what my wife and I do in the night.
NO, not that…
She knows we eat ice cream after she goes to bed! The other morning she saw a bowl left sitting out from the night before with a tiny hint of mint chocolate chip. Her exact words were, "Mom and Dad eat green ice cream in the night." She's a smart one.
Those of you with small children may be familiar with the "If You Give a…" books by Laura Joffe Numeroff (e.g., "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" and "If You Give a Pig a Party"). Here's a silly story with the same feel:
If you give a frog a burrito,
he's probably going to ask you for some hot sauce.
When he sees the joke on the hot sauce packet,
he'll want to see them all.
You'll have to dig through the condiment bucket to
find as many sayings as you can.
When he's finished with the burrito,
he's going to ask you for some Rolaids.
You'll go together to the drugstore to buy them.
While you're at the drugstore,
he'll want to take his blood pressure
on one of those sit down, arm clamp machines.
He'll take his blood pressure and eat his Rolaids.
On your way out of the drugstore, he'll remember that
his pictures are waiting at the photo counter.
You go back inside to get the photos.
He'll want you to see them right away,
so you'll sit in the car and flip through the photos.
It's cold outside, so he'll want you to keep the car running
with the heat on while you browse all 432 photos.
He got double prints, so he'll want you to help him separate
the pictures into two nice stacks.
One of the photos is a picture of the frog's house.
Now that you've seen his house, he'll want to see yours.
You'll drive home.
When you get home, you'll empty your pockets on the counter.
The frog will see one of the funny hot sauce packets
that stowed away in your pocket.
He'll ask for the hot sauce packet.
And, chances are, if you give him the hot sauce,
he's going to ask for a burrito.
So we launched BuzzFever.com the other day, and that night my wife says to me:
Is this going to be our third child?
I have to admit there are some similarities. I've not gotten regular sleep. Though it's not because "the baby" is crying–she is relatively quite (especially with the holiday weekend). Rather, I lie awake listening, excited about this new little one. Every page hit, new user, new product. She's so cute.
Woohoo! buzzfever.com is now live!
It will take a little while to populate the site with users and products. Help us out!
Get buzzin': buzzfever.com
Read more about it on the official buzzfever.com blog
Apparently, doctors are using Google to diagnose diseases. As a public service, and for all those Google-searching doctors out there, I'm providing some information about the rare, but serious disease:
Count Choculitis
Symptoms
References
NBC's The Office (quote from IMDB):
Dwight Schrute: The problem, Jim, is that people who are really suffering from a medical condition won't receive the care they need because someone in this office is coming up with ridiculous stuff. Count Choculitis?
Jim Halpert: Sounds Tough.
Dwight Schrute: Why did you write that down, Jim? Is it because you know I love Count Chocula?
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