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Sure, when you're all grown up and shit, it's important to pay your bills and stuff.
But what about the little things?
Today, for example, I faced a truly nasty clogged toilet. I will spare you the details except to mention that there was biological matter involved. And for the first time in my life, I could not quietly close the lid and leave it for a parental unit to find.
I had to fix that sucker all by myself.
And I did it. And I only had to call my daddy for help once.
I am so proud.
(And while I was talking to him, I jokingly explained my conspiracy theory about how releasing Embree and Bellhorn were clever schemes designed by Theo Epstein at least in part to sabotage the Yankees. He seems to have taken me seriously. Hee.)
But what about the little things?
Today, for example, I faced a truly nasty clogged toilet. I will spare you the details except to mention that there was biological matter involved. And for the first time in my life, I could not quietly close the lid and leave it for a parental unit to find.
I had to fix that sucker all by myself.
And I did it. And I only had to call my daddy for help once.
I am so proud.
(And while I was talking to him, I jokingly explained my conspiracy theory about how releasing Embree and Bellhorn were clever schemes designed by Theo Epstein at least in part to sabotage the Yankees. He seems to have taken me seriously. Hee.)
