Open Mouth, Insert Foot. Lather, Rinse, Repeat

Not me (for once). Oh no. This time the honor belongs to our favorite loose earlobed lady. Who is not much of a lady.

Nice Partner's wife and kids came to visit at the office. They just had some new kids about a month ago. The babies (yes, twins) were born early, had some health problems, but as of last week have been home for almost three weeks, and are doing quite well. I saw them. They looked like brand new babies. They looked perfect. They looked healthy (albeit a little on the small side).

And what does dumb LEL say to Nice Wife? "Wow, they look so norm.... I mean BIG!" What a fucking idiot. Nice Wife has a lot of class, so she just blinked hard, smiled harder, and moved on.
Later, they were all leaving for lunch and starting to walk down the hall. LEL decided to pick up Nice Three Year Old and encourage her to hit a mini punching bag on a counter she was walking past.

Poor little toddler was scared out of her mind, and started to cry. So LEL punched the bag for her, to show her how much fun it could be, while maintaining her death grip around the kid's waist. I think the toddler was scared the bag would hit her in the face, since she was at eye-level with it. She cried a little harder.

To LEL I said, "I think she's scared." Nice Wife heard me and plucked her daughter from LEL and hugged her. Way to go, LEL. Scare the offspring of the person who writes your check.