That's good. Those flighty hurricanes can be unpredictable, though.

I have had a serious case of the I don't wannas since coming back from vacation. And today, none of my work friends are here to listening to my whining, which is making me extra whiny.

To sum up, I have the ennui.

On a plane headed back from the weirdest business trip ever. Personal dynamics, people behaving badly, people ratting people out. All in a work sense, not drinking stuff. Very unsettling and I'm not sure what the fallout will be.

If my years of working have taught me one thing, it's almost never the work and always the people.

I bought a t-shirt for Tim that is in a garish color worthy of Jensen from The Losers: [link] (I didn't buy it for the color; it just comes in that color. I bought it because of the whole mermaid thing. I have posted pictures of him as a mermaid, haven't I?)

Steph, I love that shirt! And if you did post that pic, I must have missed it. ::bats eyes::

This conversation about toxic work situations makes me think of this TED talk: [link]

A great talk about why "super chickens” are the worst collaborators.

Here's Tim as a merman: [link] It's a cool-ass picture.

That is a cuRAZY cool-ass picture. OMG. Seriously. Whut?

How did that even happen?

THAT IS AN AMAZING PICTURE. Holy crap, Tep! You have a hawt hubby. Not that you didn’t know that, but seriously.

Tim has an amazing funhouse of a brain. And several years ago, at a pool party, he pulled a rake and green U-Haul pallet wrap out of his car, took the rake part off the handle, and then attached the rake to his feet with the pallet wrap and called himself a mermaid.

(Reader, I married him.)

This has only escalated in the years since. We have friends who have a pool party 2-3 times during the summer, and, knowing this, Tim could plan ahead to make his mer-tail faster, better, stronger. The one in the picture is from last year, and that was version 4.

Just now, I had to ask him what it was made of, because I honestly had no idea. It's basically electrical tape, but 8-inch wide electrical tape from an industrial electrical contractor. The fin was made of more of the tape, but shaped with plastic strips that held litho plates onto a printer. (This was all scrap that came into his work. He believes very strongly in reduce, reuse, recycle, even when it comes to swimming pool shenanigans.)

So this is last year's pool party. The host has an underwater camera, and the rest is history.

You have a hawt hubby. Not that you didn’t know that, but seriously.

He is mighty fine indeed, whether merman or human.