Emmett is probably going to be Harpo Marx.
That's what Mr. H was a few years ago. He always tries to be something non-talky. It's his one night to not entertain patrons.
Speaking of- our weekly rag's Best of came out yesterday. The bar got Best Jukebox (for the internet download jukebox we have) [link] Best Gay Bar (Sort Of) [link] and Best Happy Hour (For Three Days) [link]
I will, however, wear my Shrek ears with tiara to work.
Of course, she'll just look pretty doing it.
A T.Rex after my own heart!
ooo, yes, tiara to work. If I can find them. Crap, I hope they didn't get mooshed in the move.
Adding an ewww to the keyboard o' slime. I think I am going to bookmark it to send to our IT person the next time something stupid but non-toxic goes wrong here.
Sorry about Brownie, Tommyrot. That sucks.
I went to the dentist, and didn't throw up, so I am putting today in the plus column.
In the plus solumn, no one here at new job has exhibited any signs of being BAT-SHIT-CRAXY, like my old boss.
I really hated your boss, Sophia. Pfah! I spit in her direction.
Evie will be a bunny. We already practiced: [link]
OMG ded from the cute girl bunny!
Cutie!
We still need to pick a costume for Annabel. So many choices.
In the plus solumn, no one here at new job has exhibited any signs of being BAT-SHIT-CRAXY, like my old boss.
That is excellent news, Sophia. I would like to hold you up as an example to others in long-held but insane-o jobs.
I went to the dentist, and didn't throw up, so I am putting today in the plus column.
Yay for not throwing up!
So, we have: No brain tumor, no throwing up, no crazy boss. Can we work on some positive good news?