Pride Goeth Before the Fall

I help my dad manage some of his apartments. Just the other day I noticed a discrepancy and emailed him about it. He emailed back and complimented me on my attention to detail. I started to get a little bit of a big head, thinking I am such an asset.

And, as they say, pride goeth before the fall. And the fall came.

Just call me Uncle Billy.

See that smirk on Uncle Billy's face? That was what I looked like a week ago.

See that grimace on Mr. Potter's face? That's me now. And my kids after having been around me. And Mark after I begged him to climb into our recycling bin and sort through what I was sure was our pile of papers. I was sure about that, until he found the envelope addressed to our neighbor in the stack.

And see the guy pushing Potter's wheelchair? That's probably the look we got when our neighbors noticed us dumpster diving. In the treasure trove otherwise known as the Recycle Bin.

I've been calculating the number of hours I'll need to babysit six kids to account for my little mishap. It's not looking good.