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A Final Thank You Note
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Sanity Check
Am I the only one who finds this strange? Am I completely alone out here, thinking crocs are UGLY and suing photographers is CRAZY?
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A Poll
This morning, mr. anon and I were discussing the possibility of hiring an amateur photographer for the wedding.
mr. anon: well, I'd want to be sure they'd have insurance.
me: why? in case their equipment got damaged?
mr. anon: no, to sue them if our pictures came out bad.
The poll I would like to take today is:
WHO THINKS THAT SUING A ( Read more... ) -
The Happiest of Hours
Went to a happy hour on Friday with my co-workers. Got bombed. Danced a lot. Sang karaoke. Loved my job.
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Quote of the Day, Y'all
A highlight from an email I just got from a Kentuckian I worked with in New Orleans after Katrina:
...How are the wedding plans going? Do you have a date set? A reception site? What are your colors? Etc. As you can tell I love weddings. Once my daughter and I thought about being wedding planners, but in hillbilly heaven the only accessory they ( Read more... ) -
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so i just got back from post game beer where i drank 2 beers and guess what i am that is ri9ght i am a little tipsy. the reason why is (a) i ate lunch at 11AM and (b) i never drink anymore. i am just going to tell you that we almost got hit by a bus and also i defnitely said something about a penis wrapped in beef jerky. i think it had to do with ( Read more... ) -
Sleepy Hollow
I am having trouble sleeping. I am usually in bed by midnight, though we have been retreating to our bedroom earlier and earlier as we get older and older. We climb into bed, blow up each other's noses (etc etc) and then roll over and I start my nightly dance routine. It starts with me on my belly with my right leg dangling off the bed. I do a ( Read more... ) -
Quote of the Weekend
(After eating at my favorite Italian restaurant, where the waitresses know exactly what I order and the bus boy tells us "don't eat too fast this time")
mr. anon: I can't believe you hugged our waitresses.
me: So what?
mr. anon: I don't even hug my family.