Bubbles make your tummy unhappy.
Oh, yeah. When I met some of the Chicagoistas on April Fools Day, I ordered a root beer (we were at a brewpub--I had to get something that they make there!), but it took me three hours to drink 10 oz. of the stuff (which was very tasty). That was the only carbonation I've had since Thanksgiving.
I need to get my haircut and I have been debating whether to go serious and professional or fun, and that story is tipping the scales towards fun. Also, I am tempted to live breezily on red wine and baguettes.
I guess I'm pretty lucky that I get to shave off most of my hair and not pause to think about whether it's professional or not.
Boss, you don't get to snap at me for not having done something since the last time we spoke if you're the reason I didn't work yesterday. I
tried.
You told me not to. Also, there is totally a space where I can't drive but I can work.
I guess today's shirt is too tight, because whenever I inhaled deeply was the only time my boss broke eye contact.
I just saw my first "It's okay to be Takei" shirt in the wild. I had to give her the thumbs up. Maybe I need one of those myself.
Went to the British store on the way home from the doctor's this morning. I have Cadbury's Lady's Fingers and proper Kit Kats. How unhealthy.
With, you know, decent chocolate. They are a bar with such promise.
How do you all pronounce "rigmarole"? I have been saying it like "RIg-a-Ma-roll," with an tiny added short "a" after the first syllable.