Last night, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law watched the boys and Andy and I went to Triple Espresso, which was a really fun comedy show. It was downtown so we parked in my work building and walked there. I brought a flashlight and pile of work to do in the car on the way to and from downtown since I’m really busy at work and trying to squeeze a little extra work in. When we arrived back to my work building after the show at 10 p.m., I noticed there were some cars still in the parking area. I said to Andy, “Someone is working late tonight. I’m glad it’s not me.†However, while I was saying that, I was simultaneously (and without even realizing what I was doing) reaching down for my pile of work and flashlight. Oh the irony!