Friday night Rick and I went on KGW‘s Live at 7 to talk to Stephanie about 30 Hour Day (which at the time was a week away… as I type this I am staring down the barrel of 4 days away).
Mike was at home watching the livestream of the broadcast. He told me later that as he saw us coming down the hall heading outside he heard us checking our mics and having a conversation. The only thing that ran through his mind was a fleeting hope that I didn’t drop an F-bomb. Or worse.
Don’t worry. I was good.
One thought on “please cami, not the F-bomb”
No reason for the bomb, eh!