1. I got some spam the other day and it read, "Slut flashes big tits and eats a dick." And I was all like, "Yay for cannibal porn!"
2. I received an email from a client and she was writing about her koi pond, but she kept writing it as her coy pond. It will flirt with you, but in a painfully shy manner.
3. If we go through one more account manager and I end up having to take up the slack, I'm going to quit my job and fulfill my life-long dream of being a champion pogo stick jumper. It will be a flaming pogo stick. And I'll wear lots of sequins, and have Come on Get Happy by the Partridge Family playing on a circa 1985 boom box. And I will totally rock.
4. I'm beginning to hate all things wireless. This wireless Internet we have here at the apartments? Complete crap. And my wireless mouse at the office has some kind of internal issues going on. I think it may have Parkinson's disease. If anyone uses the shredder the mouse just stops and refuses to point at anything. I think it's probably because it's a great big pussy and is scared of the shredder. Or it could just be some interference, but I'm leaning towards the pussy explanation.
5. If anyone cares, Wal-Mart is going to hold a conference call for their vendors to discuss some new something or other. Isn't it amazing that even after them sending me 5 fucking emails about it, I still managed to totally ignore what the call was about?
6. I haven't driven by a good church sign in a long time. Something is wrong. Horribly wrong. I even drove out of my way last week to check out two churches that have never let me down. I think Church Sign Guy is mad at me. Probably because I refused to make out with him in the baptismal.
7. This is how my day started: I woke up late because I forgot to turn on the alarm. The first thing I did when I got to the office was put my tea in my little, baby refrigerator, but while attempting to do this simple task, a jug of orange juice, a tub of honey nut cream cheese and a container of yogurt fell out. When I bent down to retrieve my foodstuffs, I slammed my forehead into the corner of the filing cabinet. Unfortunately, it did not knock me out and I had to endure the rest of the day.
How was your Monday?
Take Care,
Babs
Well honey here in Fundietonfieldvilleview the Dentist is subbing for church sign guy. Yeah, his brand new scrolling marquee said, "It's time to start living like sin is covered, not counted." Does that mean to pretty much do whateverthefuck you want to because the big JC took one for the team? I'm confused - it's almost as if they're encouraging sin - kind of the opposite of what these folks are usually all about - well, when it comes to other people's comings and goings, anyway.
ReplyDeleteTwkktn Japanese, I think I'm twkktn Japanese I really think so...
ouch Babs.
ReplyDeleteLets see... I tried my best to get rid of a mutant bug from Mars that was on my kid's window sill, but it kept turning to look at me... so I sprayed it with Mr.Clean All Purpose Extra Power and killed it. Took about ten minutes for the thing to stop slowly walking around and die.
GUILT!!!!!
And then I couldn't touch the damn thing until hours later, when I donned the plastic gloves, grabbed half a roll of t-paper and I chucked it right out the window with a big EW EW EW EW EW! Is it gone?
SLAM! Shut and locked that window so fast...
That was the lowlight of my Monday.
My Monday? First off, I woke up on time (which isn't really all it's cracked up to be), had to drive to work (which I hate) because I had an appt. with my therapist (whom I love). However, I spent the day feeling exactly like I did when I had shingles 2.5 years ago, which means pain in my back and general stress-y feeling. I came home, had a glass of champagne (because I wanted one) and went to bed at 6:10 p.m. Slightly less than 11 hours of sleep.
ReplyDeleteThe first thing I did when I got to the office was put my tea in my little, baby refrigerator.
ReplyDeleteSo where did you move the babies?
Shedevil - I think the dentist has been huffing nitrous oxide.
ReplyDeleteAnd I laughed out loud at twkktn Japanese
Claudia - YUCKO! But I think it's great that you use "non-bug" killing sprays. Hairspray works well, too.
Kathleen - I hope you're feeling better. Big hugs to you for feeling yucky. But I have to admit that nearly 11 hours of sleep sounds like heaven.
Ex - Into my little, baby microwave. Where else?