New Coffee Maker.

I never (ever) have to make coffee (ever) for the office (ever) again (ever)!!!!!

Wrong Tube.

Afloat.

Don't let the rain get you down :)

Interrobang.

Tea Time.

Tea time is happy time :)
(btw, it turns out that January is National Hot Tea Month!)

Choke.

Bad Fred.

Today I woke up to find a pretty ferocious scar on my tummy. I'm convinced it was Fred finally striking back after years and years of being crammed facedown between my bed and the wall to serve as a space filler so my other more favored bed-fellows (read: pillows) don't fall through the crack.

I Has a Sad.

Yesterday it was pouring cats and dogs but i had no time to play in the rain, so put it on my to-do list for today. Today after work there was no rain. Coming out of the gym, there still was no rain. I am profoundly disappointed.

Water Show.

Today I enjoyed a water show right from the comfort of my cube. Our office is experiencing some decent leakage in more than just a couple places, helping to bring a slice of the raging storm outside indoors.

Oops.

Today while grocery shopping, I accidentally smashed my heavily loaded basket into the head of a small child wearing a snow white costume, throwing the poor thing onto the ground in a screaming frenzy of tears. Realizing what I had done, I immediately assumed the role of a concerned passer-by, hoping the scary-looking momma-bear would think the child had just tripped over her dress instead of being wallopped in the head by a terrible person that happened to be me. momma-bear was fooled, but baby-bear was not, and proceeded to glare at me with all the fury a toddler could possibly muster as momma-bear carried her away.

Winter Rains.

My one and only hooded (though not waterproof) jacket to the rescue!

The Yogurt Land Incident.

Today I was so excited to eat Yogurt Land I ran in and left my keys in my car. In the ignition. With the engine on. With all the doors unlocked. And the radio blaring classical music.
I realized this only after I finished eating and went outside to find my car sitting in the parking lot screaming to the world: "TAKE ME I'M YOURS".

Yon-Yon Mon.

Initiate sleep recovery sequence in T-8 hours...

Flailing.

I need my weekend.. NOW.

Phone Service.

For some reason geeky middle-aged boys find my phone voice alluring. alluring enough, apparently, to turn even the most upright of gentlemen into giggling perverts that will dribble quotable gems that range from descriptive awe ("your voice is so soft...") to slightly flattering ("you should be a radio DJ") to fetishistic ("What is your shoe-size?"), though the worst ones of all are the ones that don't talk at all... but just breath heavily into the receiver until i hang up.

Death By Chocolate.

While the boys spent their afterhours in vegas gambling (aka: flushing their entire salaries down the toilet) downstairs, i spent my afterhours sitting on the floor of my hotel room cramming handfulls (literally) of a gigantic chocolate sheet cake into my mouth. still not sure which is worse.

Death By Business Trip.

Six days felt like six months. So tired... so... so... tired.

Business Trip.

Bye for now, California. With ugly company shirt in tow i'm off for a grueling week at the world's largest geek-fest, the International Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas, where i will spend 8 hours every single day talking to hundreds of geeky middle-aged men about computers with geektastic finesse unconsciously developed after over two years of working in the computer business. Much to my chagrin, the boys booked the lot of us into the Hooters hotel..."fun" times ahead.

Too Kind.

I announced to the boys that i had laundered my cellphone and two of em offered to give me their old phones with profuse enthusiasm and gusto. They then proceeded to argue about who has the better old phone and which old phone i might choose. I watched the argument scale into a fight before one of them stalked away.

RIP.

By the time i realized and ran to claw it out of the washing machine...it was too late.

Pooped.