I have sunk to new levels of coworker blackmail: I just scanned in an old picture of one in a tigger costume.
But I was nice and just sent it to him.
(We have a bit of a thing going about putting goofy pictures of us into the morning status meeting slideshow. I may add the one of me, grumpy and bleary in my pjs when I was 2 to prove I've never been a morning person.)
I once worked in a place where the guy in the office next to me was a really big fan of the musical
Cats.
I mean a really
really big fan of
Cats.
Shudders.
The kids and I went out for Mexican food for dinner. Yummy quesadillas.
We've now had baths and are watching Shrek the Halls.
But did you get photographic evidence?
Er, that was to Tom.
Tom Scola worked with a Furry?
Curls up in the fetal position.
Poor Tom.
So, anyone know what I should give my cousin's husband and/or my aunts for Christmas? I have no good idea about any of their interests. Ugh.
How long does it take a first class letter to get to Paris?
Less time than it takes it to get to my hometown from here? (Seriously.)
Your city to Paris is probably pretty damned efficient.
Which doesn't really answer your question.