Timelies all!

Ugh, the commute this morning was awful. I took the little guy to daycare, which is north of our house. Therefore I got on 270 a good bit further up, and it was stop-and-go all the way down to my exit. Then there was a bad accident on Rockville Pike so all the traffic was routed to the road I take, which meant a 2 mile drive took an hour.

Oh how I love tortilla chips with lime. Chili lime anything, really, nom nom nom.

Ugh, Sheryl, that's awful.

Ha! Found my employee badge (wedged between the driver's seat and the center console where it inevitably was caught when I had it clipped to my Halloween costume on Friday) and my keys (on the loveseat, not even between the cushions, just sitting there) and now I will put Trackrs on both of them. Take that whatever force takes joy in me misplacing things.

Also, I left work half an hour late because I was talking to a coworker about this time-spent-on-task spreadsheet we've been asked to fill out and how inaccurate it is gonna be. I mean, mine will be very accurate for the four days I have to actually track my time, but generalizing from that sample makes very little sense. I don't know if it's better or worse that I was off the clock for that conversation.

Edited for homophone

I'm doing one of those escape from a locked room team building things tonight.

Did y'all see that article about the restaurant in China that was caught putting heroin poppy seed pods in their noodle dishes? They were hoping their diners would get addicted to them.

This just makes me believe my theory about crack-laden tortilla chips isn't so crazy. (Or Honey Bunches of Oats, man. That cereal is SO GOOD. I wish I could still eat it, though it's probably for the best that I can't. But I always said it was dusted with crack, because I could NOT stop eating it.)

I'm doing one of those escape from a locked room team building things tonight.

Use someone's black Amex to pry the pins out of the door hinges. Overheat someone's iPhone to see if it will blow out the lock.

Use someone's black Amex to pry the pins out of the door hinges. Overheat someone's iPhone to see if it will blow out the lock.

I don't want Connie on my team...unless I can send her undercover as a rogue agent with the opposing team to wreak mayhem and havoc.

Did y'all see that article about the restaurant in China that was caught putting heroin poppy seed pods in their noodle dishes? They were hoping their diners would get addicted to them.

That's kind of hilarious.

Went to an Alz thing tonight so my mother could get the big award, which was fine. At least it was over early and the commuter rail scheduled worked out for us!

I'm interested to hear what you think of it, shrift. I suspect I would get super frustrated and not enjoy it at all, although I do like puzzles, so who knows? I just imagine an artificial high pressure situation and figure I would give in to the urge to just give up.

eating yellow

Chewing yellow. Which in a fevered dream tasted like the sound of the sensation of chewing on a balloon. My senses' wires get totally fucked up when I'm running a fever. It's kinda fascinating.

I would give in to the urge to just give up.

There should be an option to say "Look, someone would be bound to come look for us, so why not everybody kick back with their phones and chill to some music?"

edit: except for the poor schmoe whose phone I blew up.