That is amazing and awesome, Jesse! I love that they're covered with a paper towel?!?
Starting work at 630 meant I was done at 230. I read for a while, took a shower, went to the post office, and now I'm bored. Should probably go work out but am at the local beer place drinking kombucha and waiting for the food truck to show up, because the sandwiches look delicious on the website.
I wasn't able to arrange any Fat Tuesday shenanigans with my best friend and the Mrs. since work interfered, but I'm about to go home to dress up and head over to the Mardi Gras party at the fine dining restaurant down the street and enjoy crawfish etouffee and Creole cabbage rolls.
I've got $500 worth of boxes being delivered from Ikea tomorrow, but this was the best purchase.
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The rest of my week will be big jigsaw puzzles. I love jigsaw puzzles.
This morning my manager asked me to think about whether I wanted to move into program management or people management. I have no idea if I'd be good at people management?!
YOU GUYS! I forgot to post the best thing!
Ha ha! Now I want dirty cookies! I guess I will settle for the 8 1/2 boxes of Girl Scout cookies I have, though.
(sick time when you've been placed on a PIP seems like a bad idea)
Ugh, I'm sorry that you've been placed on a PIP, Atropa.
I've got $500 worth of boxes being delivered from Ikea tomorrow, but this was the best purchase.
Hey, Happy Birthday, Connie!
That's a lot of boxes.
9 of them! No more milk crates in the living room!
Just last year (or maybe end of 2016? recently, is what I'm saying) we swapped out our kitchen Stack O' Milk Crates for Ikea shelving.
What amuses me endlessly is that the shelving is named Omar. I've never watched even 1 minute of The Wire, and yet I know that nobody better mess with our shelves. (Or, you know, you come at our shelves, you best not miss.)
The milk crates that were holding the comics are buckling under the weight, so those will get donated. I've got a bunch of actual dairy milk crates that I'll stash in the closet. They're too sturdy to get rid of.
Our milk crates were real milk crates, too -- very sturdy. Tim took 2x4s (or some other lumber length) and attached them vertically to the back of 4 milk crates stacked on top of each other, so they were all held together and in no danger of toppling independently. So when we got Omar, I assumed we'd just throw out the milk crate tower. But before we put it on the curb on trash night, Tim took the power washer to it so that it was cleaned off for whoever might claim it. And sure enough, within half an hour of it sitting on the curb, it was gone. I hope it's serving its new owner well.