Happy birthday, tommyrot!!!
I came in later than I wanted to, but still earlier than I normally do, all for a 10:00 meeting that I now find that nobody in my department is going to because it doesn't apply to us. Oops--I'm glad I checked around before heading over there! Oh, well, at least I can now leave at a semi-normal time before 6:30 pm.
The men who are working in the stairwell behind my office are singing "hit me with your best shot" and howling like wolves.
The men who are working in the stairwell behind my office are singing "hit me with your best shot" and howling like wolves.
That's both funny and disturbing. And potentially really, really annoying.
Do they really have notches in their lipstick cases?
I hate networking and do not want to go to this event.
I detest events like this.
Tumbledown and abandoned: The ruins of Michael Jackson's Neverland
The merry-go-round stands rusting and lifeless. An elaborate floral display that used to stand proudly at the front of the mansion has wilted, leaving just bare earth.
The tepees are collapsing in on themselves and a tent covering the bumper cars is falling to bits.
Unless Michael Jackson can pay off part of his £160 million debts, his legendary Neverland ranch will be sold next week at auction on the steps of the Santa Barbara County courthouse - a site which will recall for him his painful 2005 child molestation trial and acquittal which left him even more of a recluse.
The pictures are weird - it's amazing how far things have deteriorated. Quite a lot of dead trees and other plants.
Seriously, Mrs. Ferraro?
Put down the Haterade, woman!