Glory

I'm a little tipsy after having spent a lovely evening with my wife.

But this warrants a posting.

Glory, man, seriously.

Not only is Johan never going back to Kindercare but instead will spend Mondays with his dear Red Wine Grandma, but my dissatisfaction has caused a friend from law school to re-think sending her little baby girl to that wretched place.

One song, glory.

If I was a "good" person, I would be happy just knowing that Johan isn't going back. And, I am. But I have to say that I also feel a sense of satisfaction that they are losing another potential client/student over this, and it gives me some fodder for my strongly worded letter yet to be penned.

Glory, man. One song, glory. One last refrain: I totally love winning.