nd most stuff gets a quick Photoshop (often for color and shadows, but occasionally for crazy hair or for Oh My God How Many Chins Is That?).
I am in favor of minor Photoshop corrections, but there's no way that can happen with the daily posting of the Goth at the Office photos. Also, my God Emperor of Photoshop is on a crazy-making deadline right now, so it's not like he could touch up my photos for me.
She told me exercise would help with that. I gave her a death glare.
Your response was the appropriate one! I mean, yes, I bet exercise would help with the stress and the tired for all of us. But first there's the finding time and energy to do the exercising, and I don't see that happening any time soon.
I suppose exercise would be a better form of stress relief at work than sending the intern out for chocolate, but honestly, what is the point of having an intern if you can't send him out for chocolate?
Yeah, the time you most need that vigorous activity is generally when you're so overwhelmed you can only find time to deal with the most urgent problems.
Everyone here is both hot and beautiful, as evidenced by the ruffly skirts and acquaintances lopping decades off your ages, and the BIDs can
shut it.
In other news, I am still stuck on the Jenny reference. Calendar? And the Cat Club? Pop song with a phone number? I have never read a SCOTUS decision with such close attention, but I can't get any Buffy-era technopagans, small shy black cats with red scarves, or catchy tunes anywhere on page 2. Likewise, no Bloggesses, Gumps, or Garths. So now I feel stupid, because I have Brain Image Demons.
Happy to report that my experimental stir fry tonight turned out much better than expected (or indicated by scent). A co-worker brought in a bunch of fresh basil from her garden, so I took a few big leaves of that home, mixed a pot of sliced onion, bell peppers, and about a pound of chicken strips, and seasoned with thai sweet chili sauce, soy sauce, honey, lime juice, cinnamon, and shredded basil. I guess the sweet from the chili sauce and honey doesn't get reflected in the aroma, because the bitter smell made me think it was a disaster until I tasted.
Everyone here is both hot and beautiful, as evidenced by the ruffly skirts and acquaintances lopping decades off your ages, and the BIDs can shut it.
Damn. Let down once again by my dearth of ruffly skirts.
Our newest co-worker didn't believe me today when I said I'd be 42 in 10 days.
That reminds me, Biyi is a June baby too. She turned 40 last week.
Pop song with a phone number?
This one.
ION, I reconceptualized my entry for the
Deviled Egg
Pageant, continuing my real theme of Using Things I Already Have, I am going with a Caribbean theme -- spicy curry with some coconut for the
eggs,
and Sorrel for the beverage. I like it!
