Wait... What?!

 Friend:  You should write a blog post.

Me: Wait!....  What?!

The Fine Print: funny thing, I mocked up two blog posts a couple of months ago but that's all the further I got, cuz "stuff."  I made this whole passel of cards in one sitting.  It was fun.  You should try it. It's Stampin Up stuff. 

Shorts Weather

In the interest of actually writing in my blog this year, I'm posting this fabulous post filled with letters that form words, along with words that form sentences.

I don't actually have a damn thing to say, which while that never stopped me from posting in the past, certainly has kept me away these past months.

I thought I'd share these wonderful beachy shorts that would be perfect for the weather in my office today, which topped out at a balmy 82-degrees.  Apparently there is an air handler problem... So if you plan to come to college today, bring your shorts! Never fear if you forgot yours, I have plenty for everyone.

The Fine Print: Any bets on if I wear shorts tomorrow it will be 62-degrees in here? Shorts by DeNami Designs, paper pad called Bahama Mama.

It is Monday.

There I was making lunch to take to work this morning when Cindy came up and sat by my feet. We had the following conversation:

Me: Why are you here?

Cindy: Why are any of us here?

Me: Oh, is it existential crisis day?

Cindy: It is Monday. 

 And indeed it is.

The Fine Print: Fishies by Lawn Fawn. Existential Crisis brought to you by Monday.

Inking of You

So back in the days when I was still driving my truck.... before some kid in his daddy's Beemer crossed over the center lane and murdered my baby, which I then replaced with the top of the line all the bells and whistles and ridiculous features car that was was then brutally murdered by a red light runner when it was but a baby so I replaced that with a year old not quite top of the line car without some bells and some whistles and no ridiculous features that got into a fender bender thing when it was just a toddler....yeah, before all that... so anyway I was driving my truck along and a firetruck, you know those huge red things with all the ladders and buff men in big coats hanging off of it, came zooming up the street behind me with all of its bells and whistles and flashing lights and screaming sirens on, so I pulled over.

Right? I pulled over just like you are taught to do when an emergency vehicle with its lights and sirens on shares a road with you, except for the road had had a curb so I pulled over as far as I could. Anyhow Bibsy in the car behind me either didn't get the memo or was too busy texting, painting her nails and waxing her bikini line and almost plowed into me. She was so affronted by my actions that she laid on her horn and whipped the wheel of car to zig zag around me.

Only she pulled into the lane the firetruck was in causing him to veer around her and he laid on his horn.....

BBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNK!

as only a firetruck can.


And she slammed her car hard over into the curb at the side of the road.  It was a thing of beauty.  Her waxed bikini line? Not so much.

The Fine Print: That's all really. Just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about y'all. Stamps by Amuse. Yeah, I'm still alive. So what?!

Merry Holidays

It's getting all kinds of festive here in my office.

The Fine Print: It's fine. It's totally fine here. Everything's fine. Nope, that twitch is perfectly normal. It's fine. We're all fine. This is the finest fine you'll every see. 

Queen of the Hive

Sometimes I break out in a rash, and by "rash" I mean hives, and by "hives" I mean one.

One hive.

Like just one lone bump that is insanely itchy. One might be persuaded to call that a bug bite, but they'd be wrong.

Seriously, I'm just too lazy to make more than one itchy bump at a time.

#EczemaRules #NOT!

The Fine Print: Stamp by Copperleaf, wee little bees by Recollections. Rash by Nature, who is a mother. 

Pucker Up!

*kiss*kiss*

So good to see you again. Blogger recently asked me if I was around and intended to use my blog anymore. I thought, of course I am still around.... Gee, maybe I'd better inform my readers (all 6 of you) that I am still alive and kicking and employed.

See, Dio told you a story about how at my work they were giving out boxes (a very desirable commodity if you are a cat) and telling you to go home. That wasn't fiction; they truly are doing that. So far they haven't done that to me. And that's good because I'd need more than one box and a dolly and I'd have to get on our elevator which is scary even on good days.  So not only am I still here (Blogger), I am still here (my job). I've said goodbye to a number of coworkers including my boss. Being bossless was scary (almost as scary as that elevator) because my job title says I'm suppose to support someone and if there is no someone... why have me?  Oh! Because I'm cool, that's why!

They stole me a boss from another job site though so it's all good now. She's in charge of all sorts of things I haven't dealt with before so I'm learning all sorts of new stuff, including that being the go-to person for years for answers on what do know about is paying off as I know can ask for info in return and be happily given it.

Me, being supportive.

The Fine Print: Mousie stamp by Stampabilities or whoever was in charge of House Mouse at the time I bought it. Smile from my stash. And if I'm given a box right after I post this.... I'm blaming y'all!