My husband works for a small, yet successful, appraisal firm here in town. He shares an office with a guy who is nearly a male version of a soulmate, I’ll just call him C (they even grew up in the same area in the mountains) and… the company owner’s son (we’ll call him The Kid or TK), who at last count isn’t old enough to grow decent facial hair or purchase his own beer. Ok, so he’s like 20… but still.

A few weeks ago the following conversation took place and The Kid has been getting razzed for it ever since.

TK (on phone with client using grown up, serious tone): Well, I’m going to have to check with my office manager…

(gets off phone)

MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!

And, yes, “Mom” runs the office.

So now every once in a while Mike will pick up his cell phone…

Mike: Sure, I’ll just have to run that by my office manager.

C (Mike’s buddy) using shrill, high-pitched, whiney voice: MOM!!!!!!!!!!!

Funny? Absolutely… but if I had to work around these morons all the time I’d go bonkers.

Oh and FYI, a few months ago I got a domain for this blog thinking that I might switch from Blogger to somewhere else… in case I do that you might want to update your links from amyhbp.blogspot.com to www.amysmusings.com ;o)

I’m not saying I will for sure… just saying I’m mulling the idea over.