There is apparently karaoke going on the breakroom here. The new head of accounting (it's new that he is head of accounting, he's been head of something or other for ages) was singing Lionel Richie.
Natter 74: Ready or Not
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.
The ringtone? "She Works Hard for the Money."
His wife calling to remind him to treat her right?
I think it actually was his wife. She ran home to get a forgotten piece of paperwork.
So she really does work hard.
And, to follow up on the puggle, fluffier if not cuter.
And, to follow up on the puggle, fluffier if not cuter.
Very fluffy. They have the densest fur of any mammal.
Otters are still my favorite even though I once saw one troll the humans watching it by doing a few somersaults underwater, pooping, and then swimming away. That kinda just makes me love them more.
That's hilarious.
That is some marvelous trolling, Burrell.
All that's left in the break room is a single, lonely bag of funyuns.
On my first hasty read I thought you had a single, angry bag of funyuns in your breakroom, and I was torn between fear and wild curiosity as to how exactly one gets a bag of funyuns all riled up.
Matilda's present from Santa has gone AWOL -- I ordered it last Wednesday, Amazon shipped it on Thursday, and it arrived early Friday morning in a city called Newark (maybe an hour's drive on the freeway from our front door, if that) and promptly departed thence for... parts completely unknown. The tracking number tells me it is still in a state of having left Newark early Friday morning; my work's mailroom reports that it has not yet arrived with them. It is gone.
I don't even know the current status of Matilda's Santa belief system, but I'm sure this will be a decisive episode in its evolution.
Amazon Prime, you gravely disappoint (eta: Amazon just updated the shipping info to inform me that the item is expected December 20; Amazon Prime, now I hate you).
Oh sweet lungs, how I hate thee. Third course of Prednisone in 6 weeks. Just what I need with all these sweets cause now I just want to gobble them ALL. Asthma bites the big one.