Dax's Journal

So there's this tradition at my work where, if a big event happens (new car purchase, new baby, project is completed, etc.), one must buy donuts.

Actually, if one does something wrong (phone goes off in the middle of a meeting, you forget to sign out), one must also buy donuts.

It's called a "Donut-able Offense." No, I don't know how the tradition started and no, I don't know why when something good happens you have to buy donuts. My theory is that at one point, the tradition sort of melded between the good and the bad. Most of the time, no one really knows why someone brought in the donuts.

Anyways, I brought in donuts to let everyone know about our little zygote, Embry. People stopped by my office throughout the day to congratulate me, and at one point, one of the conversations turned to baby names.

Apparently, the husband of one of the young engineers is adamant that if they have a boy, the boy's middle name will be Danger. That way, the boy can say the classic line:

"Danger's my middle name..."