Someone tell me to stop booping people on Tumblr and get to work.
I haven't opted in, because I know I'll end up booping all day, when I have a pile of work to get through.
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Someone tell me to stop booping people on Tumblr and get to work.
I haven't opted in, because I know I'll end up booping all day, when I have a pile of work to get through.
Someone tell me to stop booping people on Tumblr and get to work.
I'm afraid I can't encourage that.
I woke up at 6am and realized I had forgotten to put the garbage and recycling cans out last night, so hustled down in the dark to do that. (And I can hear them being dumped into the truck right now as I type.)
I suppose I should check in with my CPA to make sure we've filed an extension on my taxes (it can't be done until some quarterly report related to the business sale comes in).
But I definitely have to pay property taxes in the next few days, on their weird irregular schedule.
I think my tasks today will mostly relate to pushing things forward with JZ's memorial.
Sun's out, and I've had coffee and Matilda is sleeping in on this school holiday. So time to hi-de-ho out and do my run.
I read a letter to an advice columnist in today's paper - her birthday is April 1 and she's constantly subjected to "pranks". Like a "birthday present" that's an empty box. Or her husband telling her he wants a divorce. Or going to a meeting on April 1 and people yelling "surprise" but it's not a party.
Columnist said this wasn't nice and wasn't funny. Also suggested she take her husband at his word.
In happier news, Stone Zoo welcomes a new porcupette. Seemingly, they're calling the group a "prickle"
Or going to a meeting on April 1 and people yelling "surprise" but it's not a party.
She should take in her own birthday cake to share with the office but make it without sugar.
Or her husband telling her he wants a divorce.
Never an acceptable prank.
It's not that difficult to do a low-stakes prank (if you really really have to): stick googly eyes on all the fruit. Do something weird like my office used to do -- we had an inflatable alien that would randomly end up in someone's desk chair for no real reason. Hang all the pictures upside down. Those are funny (I mean, they're on the continuum of funny for some people; I recognize that not everyone thinks googly-eyed bananas are a hoot) and they're easy to undo. Most importantly, they aren't meant to scare, shock, or harm someone in the service of getting laughs.
(If we had googly eyes, I would go stick them on the fruit that Tim eats. Or the coffeemaker. Sadly, my planning is poor; while you'd think that we would have googly eyes, we do not.)
Yeah, if I was that woman, my circle of friends and loved ones would consist only of people who had never pulled that shit on me.
Just realized we’ve got no holidays and I’ve got no days off planned in April.
Off to do some quick PTO figuring.
I enjoy a good-natured April Fool’s joke. This was my fave today:
That's awesome!
That's a good one