I just sent an email to someone at work.
Could [client]'s impression be due to the relative darkness of the box around the man in the hat's lungs which is orange as opposed to yellow or pale chartreuse-like green? Also, the baby image has more skin showing.
Can I go home now? Or, as an alternative, move to Utah.
Cass, you can go home, and have cake, and an air conditioner that does its job. Also? A pony.
Cass, that is hysterical. Do you, by chance, work with educational publishers? I used to and that email sure looks familiar.
I (heart) Cindy so damn much right now. A pony... An air-conditioned pony.
GC, I work at an ad/marketing agency. This client makes respiratory stuff, therefore the lung images on their educational and marketing materials. Who wakes up and thinks they are going to be writing this stuff though?
THE FUCKING KID WON'T EVEN REMEMBER THIS. THE BOX OPENING WAS MINE. MIIIIINE.
"Healthy attachments, Lindsey."
My father told me once I couldn't watch Maude or Emergency. My sister laughed at him for me.
ION, I want popcorn with grated parmesan cheese and tabasco sauce sprinked on it. Sadly, I only have the popcorn here, the Tabasco at home, and the parmesan cheese not at all. Even more sadly, I have to go meet a vendor now, and I doubt she is going to bring me any.
Here 'tis: [linky]
Ohhh GC, that's the same Ms. Pac Man that my parents had at their bar/resturant. It is fun, fun, fun! We used to play it when it was slow (I was an endentured servant..oh wait..that's waitress there after college).
Oh Perkins, that's sad. Bad vendor, no biscuit! I just had cake. Lots and lots of cake. It was yum but now I'm too full. I need a nap too.