***Junior was eating a peanut butter sandwich for breakfast last week and it got me thinking by my math that would be a really good breakfast.  Today’s Friday Email is all about “Mathematics.” Have a great weekend!***

I’ve always been a math guy.  Dunkin has a $5 deal including a wrap with egg, sausage and cheese.  Somehow, they charged me $1.50 extra for egg.  How do you charge me $1.50 extra for egg in what is called an EGG, sausage, and cheese wrap?  I put no egg, and it took the additional $1.50 off.  Nice math so I guess you can call it simply a sausage wrap.  I saw a story on how some people do a “Polar Plunge” in January.  They ran into the ice-cold ocean, and someone said you feel like you accomplished something.  By my math the only thing you accomplished is proving how crazy you are.  Moise said he asked me to make this list and I didn’t.  It’s here, Moise.  Where, he asks.  I told him to come see.  It’s beautiful just like me except for the scar under my eye.  Moise says call Junior for me.  I do.  Moise gets on my phone.  Junior says why is Anthony calling me for Moise?  Moise says by his math there’s a better chance you answer the phone if I call him rather than Moise.  I put the toaster on by my math for 10 minutes to heat up my food.  Got back and the plug was out.  Oops.  Not as bad as a friend of mine who put his Thanksgiving turkey in the oven one year went back 3 hours later to check on it and it wasn’t on.  Moise was having a problem with receiving emails (I consider that a blessing to be honest by my math the less emails the better) but he asked me to send him a test email.  I said can the test email be something bad about Junior?  He seemed fine with that.  Junior told Moise one morning last week you come in and don’t even say good morning.  Anthony is having a bad influence on you.  Huh?  I always say good morning, Junior.  What do you mean?  He says no; you say what’s up.  It’s the same thing Junior.  He says no, it’s not.  The next morning Junior comes in and says…what’s up.  He said oh I meant good morning.  Uh huh.  Sure, Junior, you just made my point.  Moise was asking which folder I wanted him to open.  I told him folder A.  He goes to do it, and I said no folder B. He goes to do it then I said no I meant A.  Sorry Moise, I’m better with mathematics/numbers and get easily confused with letters.  Moise was doing math manually on a piece of paper…carry the 1…Moise Abby can do this faster.  I come in with 2 (by math that would be 1 more than 1) bags of lunch.  Moise assumes 1 is for him.  No, they’re mine, one bag is chicken, and one is salad.  He says give me the chicken (how come he didn’t ask for the salad)?  Joshua told me I have a spider in my nose.  Those are called nose hairs (he wasn’t bored enough to use his math skills to count them) and when you get older, you get more of them.  Abby asked me to pick her up and called me “Anthony, bro” and by my math that’s a fine nickname.  Moise wanted to order chicken fingers with fries (by looking at the menu mathematically it looks like it’s not cheap).  It’s all grease Moise.  And it’s on the kid’s menu.  I’m an adult (well sort of) so I don’t order from the kid’s menu.  Although chocolate milk and chicken fingers sound very tempting, I must say.  Now when it comes to doing your timesheet, just remember I’m counting on you to do it and making the math of your hours work.  Please do your timesheet on time today and remember if you’re craving some chicken fingers and chocolate milk on the kid’s menu then you’re probably just a big kid like me.

Have a great weekend!

Anthony