Monday, October 30, 2006
Unexplained bacon
1.) Have a lot of work to get done and need to be in the chaos-free realm of my house in order to finish it all
or
2.) Have a lot of laundry to do
Friday qualified on both counts, so there I was clacking away on the laptop when Bubba pinged me to tell me that the aforementioned "Surprise wonderful thing" he'd aluded to at dinner the other night had arrived.
YAY!
At my office.
Boo.
And he was going to be in a meeting until wayyyyyyyyyy late and couldn't go by and get it.
Boo.Boo.
And if it was left to sit over the weekend it would not be so wonderful on Monday when I returned to the office.
Boo.Boo.Boo.
So, after exhausting all possible options that would both transport the Wonderful Surprise to my house AND keep me from having to put on regular clothes, it came down to me settling for flip flops with my ratty jeans and hoping to hell nobody I knew was in the lobby when I dashed in for the Wonderful Surprise that was now waiting with our receptionist.
Of course, if I were a less obsessive person or someone who wouldn't, say, trade democracy for a Wonderful Surprise, I might have let the thing sit over the weekend and then deal with whatever Wonderfulness may or may not still exist after three days sitting with our receptionist . But, we know I'm not like that and was obviously going to get my unexplained bacon one way or another.
*Sidenote: For those of you who are not avid Simpsons watchers (or Futurama, ATHF, Harvey Birdman, Drawn Together, Family Guy, Venture Bros, etc) , you may need to watch more animated TV shows in order to fully appreciate my posts. Plus it will enrich your life with immature laughter. Just a suggestion.
To sum up, no one saw me in my rattiness except the receptionist and the delivery person who was excited to see that the Wonderful Surprise they'd brought to my empty desk was being retrieved. And in case you haven't put 2 and 2 together yet, the Wonderful Surprise was the irises in the photo above.
Let me just say that getting flowers for no reason is as Wonderful as I've been led to believe. Also, I wish the hag from dinner the other night were here to see me now - boy, would she choke on that Cabernet.
The End.
OH! Don't forget - Our First Blogging Book Club is tomorrow and I expect you all to chime in with your comments/summaries/favorite moments/internal injuries that resulted from the book.
ALSO - I will let you know what the new book is. Good lord the suspense is too much, I know.
2 comments:
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Look at you commenting, that's fun.
So, here's the thing with commenting, unless you have an email address associated with your own profile, your comment will still post, but I won't have an email address with which to reply to you personally.
Sucks, right?
Anyway, to remedy this, I usually come back to my posts and post replies in the comment field with you.
But, if you ever want to email me directly to talk about pumpkins or shoes or what it's like to spend a good part of your day Swiffering - shoot me an email to finnyknitsATgmailDOTcom.
Cheers.
Gorgeous flowers. MTB really outdid himself this time. "Tiè" (take that) Hagitha!! (I'm making an Italian gesture for her).
ReplyDeleteI'm ready to dish on Bill. Thank you for introducing me to him--wickedly hilarious!
Such sweetness from the AVON. And good work with the unexplained bacon. Hee hee. :)
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