Three things for you tonight…
I’m sitting at my desk today, putzing around, getting some stuff done on the computer when I hear a noise. It sounds like a raspy whisper mixed with a little bit of a squeak. What the hell is that? Are those damn mice back again?
Nope, not a mouse. Just the lady a few cubes down singing. Not only can I hear her singing, but I can also hear the music coming from her headphones. Now, this is not just any singing, this is gospel music singing. And I use the term ‘singing‘ loosely, this lady was breakin’ it dowwwn. The whole day I sporadically hear, ‘I just wanna praaaise himmm!’ Well, maybe that’s what you wanna do, but personally, I just wanna get my work done and go home.
I was thinking about this today… how weird would it be if you had nap time at work? After lunch everyone gets on their blanket and falls asleep for an hour and wakes up well rested. Sounds awesome doesn’t it? Well it wouldn’t be. Think about it, you’re on your blanket and somehow Pervy Pat’s blanket ends up next to yours every day. Or you’re late to nap time because your meeting ran over so the only place left is right in between BO Bertha and Stinky Steve. Or one day you wake up and the guy you went out with once for one drink (because you felt bad for him) is spooning you. Plus, when you wake up you’re gonna have bad breath, messy hair and are gonna be so out of it.
Lesson learned – nap time at work = an unpleasant, creepy situation.
Colin is a hunter. I think I have only met one, maybe two hunters before I started dating Colin. I’m from Long Island, I’m a flat lander as he likes to call me. Colin is from Vermont, a mountain man as I like to call him. Growing up hunting was as foreign to me as moral values are to Lindsay Lohan.
Anyway, tonight Colin received the package from Cabelas that he has been waiting for. It was like watching a five-year old come down the stairs on Christmas morning. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Colin this excited. Had I known I could have won him over with the combination of a turkey call and a turkey hunting vest (yes, that’s what it’s actually called) I would have bought them myself a lot sooner!
Poor Colin is SO excited about turkey season and I have ruined opening day for him. My birthday is Saturday, May 1st – opening day. I was born on opening day of turkey season?! Mom, how could you have done this? Sorry Colin!
Ok, I must get to bed. Sweet dreams