this morning #2085.

this morning, far afloat in the midst of his latest great presentation, i was somehow able to stifle my sigh. between you & i, it’s not the first time that i’ve had to do so. i know that he means well. not a malicious bone in the man’s body. he’s always pitching something. just can’t help himself. this time, it’s a relatively-reasoned but fully-irrational scheme about how we can make bank flipping houses. he’s an “ideas man.” his words. he never bothers to qualify what type of “ideas man” he actually is. i can think of a couple qualifying words i could use but if i’m not sighing at him, i’m not using those words either. my preferred plan of attack is to sit back & just wait for him to migrate on to the next idea. my dear sweet ideas man.