Steve, Say It Ain't So

Barenaked Ladies singer and guitarist Steven Page faces a cocaine possession charge after his arrest while visiting two woman at their suburban Syracuse apartment.

Nooooooo!

Snark

I seem to be getting snarkier in my old age, or maybe it's just the sleep deprivation, but I find myself saying things out loud I would normally keep to myself.

Example #1
I'm at the pharmacy, carrying Jack in the sling. The pharmacist looks over and says sternly, "Make sure you cover that baby up in the sun!" I say, "Actually, I like to leave him in the sun for 5 hours a day, to get as much sun as possible!" I say it with a big friendly smile though so she just looks confused.

What is with people and their fear of sun & babies? I mean if they took one look at Jack it's pretty clear how pale he is; obviously he's not sitting in the sun all day. And even if I were the type of person to do that, is her admonishing me really going to change my ways? Look, if I'm dangling Jack over an open sewer grate or something, you can speak up, but otherwise.. zip it.

Example #2
It's noon on a Saturday. I'm feeding Jack upstairs, Chris is in the shower. Doorbell rings. I ignore it, figuring it's just UPS or something. It rings again. Knocking. Thinking it must be urgent, I rush downstairs carrying Jack who's now crying since his feeding has been interrupted. I open the door, and it's the Mormons.

"Hello, we're from the Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints," one woman says.
"I'm an atheist."
"Can we leave you some literature?"
"No. Can I give you some literature on being an atheist?"

They didn't want any, which I suppose is just as well since I'm out.

Grumpy old lady! That's what I am!