A VERY happy and majorly cool birthday to Hec. I hope this year is as fun and hip and exciting as you are!
Heh. You're way more ambitious for my year than I am.
But I gratefully accept your Scrappy birthday wishes.
I came to my desk this morning and there was a big Happy Birthday banner over my computer.
I'm a temp here.
Ginger took me back to every summer I worked in a bindery in college. JC Penny catalogs. I worked in the press room one summer--two story tall, rotogravure web presses.
Hot, dirty, work with heavy lifting.
{{Daisy}} I'm so sorry. It's been one after the other, it seems.
Happy birthday, Hec!
Here, go get a free Jamba Juice when you buy one for JZ.
Oh, DJ. I'm so sorry, sweetie.
Happy Birthday Hec!
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There is a woman in my office who is, shall we say, eccentric...
Among her pecularities is her choice to not wear a bra.
Now, I know any number of people who do not commonly wear bras. None of them, however, a) are extremely busty women in their sixties; b) regularly RUN up and down the halls of the office (another oddity, really); c) wear tiny little camisoles and then take off their suit jackets.
She's a pip. Besides the running and the lack of foundation garments there is the yelling loudly at her "damn machine" (a.k.a. computer) in a comically thick Chicago accent all. day. long. Basically, though, she is a nice woman and very good at her job.
Today, however, she got tired and decided to take a nap. Now, either our quiet room is occupied or too cold. And maybe all the guest offices are occupied. But I've never seen anyone in the central cube farm opt to plop down under their desk and take a nap...
Knees up...
Legs splayed...
In a skirt.
(We're all relieved to know that her dislike of underwear does not extend to panties. Which, in this case, are magenta.)
That's a nice hotsie totsie run of birthday wishes.
I had to borrow coffee money from Emmett this morning. But it's payday!
I can throw a lot of money at our deficit bank account and get a little bit back! Yay?