How many of the women?

At least me and shrift.

it was like hearing an army of gerbil skeletons falling down a small flight of stairs.

Woah. Ugh. Waugh.

It was the build team, not the main guys

I have a crush on the build team. I just saw the ninja ep recently! LOVE.

My company is updating the phones here so that we'll be able to pick up our voice messages via e-mail.

We have this. Plus our faxes come into our e-mail. It is....interesting. The flip side is that I can also call my voicemail and have the automatic voice read my e-mails to me.

I could take off my shoes and crack my big toes too! It'd be a poppapalooza!

I also hate the cracking, but do it for the relief. My PT used to have a horrible time cracking me, but he was combative, rough, and kept going for one particular manipulation that he refused to believe caused me pain. My chiro proper, in addition to being the world's hottest chiro may also be the world's nicest--he'd be talking surfing or kickboxing and before I knew it, I was all adjusted.

That's awesome if you need to work from home.

The hardest part about chiro for me is that I keep wanting to quote Eddie Izzard, and laughing is often unconducive to cracking.

'"You've got a bad back, I'm gonna crack your bones.” “You've got diphtheria, I'm gonna crack your bones.” “Your head's come off! I'm gonna crack your bones.” “It looks like your mother! I'm going to crack your bones." And then, when they crack your bones it goes ( painful sigh ) and then, “Ahh!” but not sort of ( relief sigh ), but ( disconcerted sigh ). All the way up your spine, "Crack your bones, crack your bones, crack your bones." And they sort of arrange you into a nice, comfortable ( mimes chiropractor’s actions ) And sometimes it doesn't crack! Sometimes it just goes, "____". Then they pull a mallet from their belt and they try to make the noise. “Make the noise! I live for the noise..."'

Ha! Thank you juliana!

Pissy Pissy 'Pider."

awesome. 10 years from now: "Oh Ma-aaal. We have a little MP3 for you to play for the nice friend you just brought home to meet ma & pa."

DH has one or two of those sort of - so sweet they make your heart crack (not in the knuckles sense. eeeew). A short story he wrote in 3rd grade, called "Amish in Space." And a band recording from around the same time with his brother. It's some covers, but you can't tell what of. The recording is simply called "Loud".

Oh, Steph! How would The Boy look in these?

Good call, ita.