Secret Agent Stuff

Have you ever wished you were a secret agent? I sure have. Being able to travel the world, see great sites, meeting lots of people. The military training, the secret killing skills you get, and all those cool gadgets. Yeah that would be fun.

I’m not a secret agent, I’m not given any cool assignments, and I have not had to kill anyone. I’m cool with that, it is ok. The one thing I do wish I had, gadgets. I want those nifty watches that become the remote detonator to my diamond cuff-links, or the hand grenade pen. Cool things that I wish I had.

I am building myself a secret laboratory though. And I have plans to build some nifty cool gadgets. And do not forget the "Don’t Throw Away I Might Need It Box." My box is more like three boxes and a pile though.

Every man needs nifty gadgets. Gadgets like a GPS, and an mp3 player. I don’t have either one. My kids tend to get all my spare change, so they are the ones getting the nifty gadgets. But for kids, anything is a nifty gadget. All I want to do is take over the world, but NO! My little girl wants a Slurpee, and my boy wants a Twix. Will it never end?

Course, things could be worse. My wife could nag me non-stop. And my kids could be the sickly things that every sitcom has. Allergic to everything. No, my kids are cool. Last night my boy cut himself somehow on the top of his foot. He had blood streaming down. He comes over to me and says I think I cut myself. Is this blood? And holds up his finger to me, with blood running off of it. (I didn’t know about the foot.) Yeah, that is blood, is your finger all right? Yeah, but it is coming out of my foot.

Yeah, my boy is cool. He deserves having the world handed to him when I am done with it. He will have fun. In the mean time, I want some gadgets.