Being at work means I can't hear the president. this is one of the good things about work (see! I can be positive I swear!)
Flying flaming toaster! Reminds me of that screen saver that Macs used to have.
I'm in a weird head space today.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Being at work means I can't hear the president. this is one of the good things about work (see! I can be positive I swear!)
Flying flaming toaster! Reminds me of that screen saver that Macs used to have.
I'm in a weird head space today.
get me to San Francisco and back for $177. So freaking tempting.
What time should I meet you at the airport?
Uh, it's not that fascinating.
I'm trapped in a cubicle with nothing to do. The bar for entertainment is set pretty low. That being said, chucking a flaming toaster with no sproing out a window = hilarious.
I'll have to show the fare to Mr. Jane and explain how it's actually saving money for me to take another vacation. Really though, it is 40% down from the average.
ETA: Ok. There's something freaky going on with Travelocity and buffistas. Besides sending me the cheapo SF fare, it just sent me another email telling me I can save $75 if I go see Laura in Florida.
They react as one would to a flaming toaster chucked in your direction.
One of my college suite-mates used to tell a story about how was she was visiting Catholic high schools the current students chucked a doll they'd set on fire dressed in the school uniform out the window into the crowd of prospective students/parents being given a tour. Hee!
I can't listen to those news conferences. Just can't.
I was wrong about the work thing. I hate being wrong. ugh. at least I didn't fight my position in the meeting.
ok, now lunch.
I am moved into my new cubicle - all boxes are unpacked. Bored now.
Flaming toasters out windows = awesome.
I never threw a flaming toaster out a window, but I may or may not have been involved in an incident on Halloween freshman year wherein some lit jack-o-lanterns came to be tossed out a 4th-floor dorm window and may or may not have lit part of the lawn and someone's bicycle wheel on fire.
Had my (hopefully) last sonogram today. Baby is 7 pounds currently, meaning he will likely be 9-ish by his due date. Um, ouch! On the plus side, I think this means I get to go back to drinking as much coffee as I want (since the only semi-proven side effect in humans is low birth weight, which seems pretty clearly not an issue for us. Did I mention OUCH???)
I steadfastly ignored the Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah Press Conference. I knew as soon as I saw the announcement that he was just going on television to gloat and lecture us all.
Flaming appliances=bad.
I used to have a small toaster oven in my dorm room and on winter days I would come back from class, pop in some read-made cookie dough and have hot, fresh, chocolate chip cookies and cocoa.
I'd kill someone for an oven fresh chocolate chip cookie right now.
It's easier to hate my life less with full sleep.
Not enough wrod in the world. I think my kids gave me a reprieve last night and didn't do the tag team waking. I got a whole seven hours uninterrupted and it feels pretty damn good.
just implied that anyone killed in Iraq over the next couple of months is the fault of people against the war.
ie - War doesn't kill people. People against the war kills people.
Um, the NRA wants its tag back. and I want to throw my flaming tv out the window.