Good-bye, green wasabi.
August 19, 2008
Today, Dave said, “I love soy sauce, give me a spoon and let me drinky.” He then proceeded to feed himself pea-size chunks of wasabi and make pained faces. After musing about the wormy texture of my seaweed salad, he agreed to try a nibble. He spit the nibble out all over the table, while Smitty, Owen and I had a laugh.
I will, indeed, miss these programmers, miss eating sushi in the office, miss the witty yet boyish humor. Sigh. But it’s time to go. There is always a time to go, and the time is Monday, August 25th.
August 19, 2008 at 10:01 pm
wooohooooo! Deadlines! Wherever would we be without them, P or J or not??? Have a great trip, and we look fwd to seeing you at Grandma’s 80th after that. Much Love, Ma