Anya ,'Touched'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Started with Mr. S throwing one of his toys overboard, then wailing like mad when he was told we couldn't get it back.
That'll be a fun story when he's 16.
Our holiday party is at the end of January. Food & drinks in the lobby starting at 3pm, milestones are acknowledged, drawings for a dozen or so donated gifts happen, and people can come and go as they please. It's not bad.
I should be packing.
I wonder if Jackie Fox gets fans who sing ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!
I am inordinately pleased that she bet big on the Final Jeopardy question about Loki giving birth to Sleipnir. Feels like somebody's plan is coming together.
It just now occurred to me that Rite Aid should be stocked with incense and candles with very particular ingredients and maybe goats.
Ha!
That also reminds me that I wonder if I'm the only one who's noticed that College Inn broth sounds just like collagen?
I had to see a recent Crest ad several times to understand they were not warning me about weekend enamel.
M-F enamel is just fine! I wonder if this is because we listen to TV as much as we watch it now?
In other news, while getting ready for work this morning, I got so sad about my grandmother who died this year! Frankly, I haven't thought about her much in years, so that was unexpected. But I got served an ad for last-minute floral arrangements, and (because?) that's what I always got her for Christmas, it just hit me.
Aw, yeah, that'll do it. Sadness is good at sneak attacks.
Sadness is good at sneak attacks.
Indeed
Among the boxes I picked up of Mom's belongings was a Christmas teapot with 2 delicate cups. So I am feeling fancy sipping from a pretty tea cup.
Sadness is good at sneak attacks.
True.
Our office holiday thing this year was curling. I don't get on ice for fun ever since I sprained a knee ice skating, so I joined everyone afterward for catered soup and sandwiches. The year before that was a "service event" where we helped with a Habitat for Humanity house (and had catered sandwiches). I'd rather paint trim than see which of my joints I can damage for "fun", but I'm in the minority in my office. We're also getting started early on the new year fat shaming, with "join my Walk for Life team" (subtext: you're a lazy slob who won't move unless your team guilts you into it) emails flying fast and furious. I'm a non-smoker who wants a cigarette every time I see one of those anti-smoking commercials, so you can bet Walk for Life is prompting me to walk right over to the plates of cookies.