Connie lays down the gauntlet:
Try the joke on us and see if we laugh.
The setup:
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Someone replied with:
Career man must sort through 300 pairs of jeans to find ones that perfectly fit his girlfriend to earn her marriage proposal
To which I replied:
"Reader, I married him!"
Even I get that joke. Come on!
I am the onerous taskmaster today.
Wait, there are people who DON'T love a "Reader, I married him!" joke? I don't want to know those people.
I am stuck in onerous task hell today.
"Reader, I married him!"
How can you not love a "Reader, I married him!" reference.
You know, somedays I get kind of depressed that I feel permanently single. Then I read about people like the 300 sandwiches couple and I swear I will never date again. Jesus Christ, I would set that guy on fire.
Work this week sucks. I'm still sick, am trying to finish designing and submitting the spring bulb order, and I can't get anything done. Why? Because as awesome as I find new boss lady, she's a fucking storyteller. I think I've probably lost two or three hours to listening to her ramble about lectures she's attended and other garden's philosophies.
And if I was healthy, I'd just compensate by working late, but I am still so rundown that I can barely work a full 8 hour day, let alone quickly, because I'm just really not all here yet. And I also feel like a jerk because I can't spare time for the intern other than "go do that".
I was reading the comments on the 300 sandwiches story, and one said, roughly "Ace casting on Benedict Cumberbatch. But who for the artisanal butcher who was there for her the whole time but she didn't realize it?" "Mark Ruffalo" was the reply.
I thought of us.
did you see Fallon's lip sync off?
HIGHLY entertaining. 10 minutes.
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