Here is a picture of the sun coming up the morning after that ice storm.
Okay, kids. Tomorrow is the big day of Erik's visit and I am so close to being ready. I have the groceries bought, the soup is made and I'm almost done with the cleaning. So, instead of me obsessing about the impending visit and getting even more excited, I thought I'd tell you a scary little story.
Where I work, we open a lot of mail from all over the world. And in that process we have come across many different and interesting things. Usually, it's the normal supporting documents students send for their applications all written up on odd sized paper and stuck together with crazy overly aggressive adhesive or pins or all kinds of other crap. I swear that printing things on gigantic pieces of paper that refuse to fit in American file folders is how many countries try to get back at the US for accidentally bombing their embassies - they'll slowly drive us all mad with their ill-fitting documents.
The worst part is finding a piece of hair along with the pieces of paper. One time my co-worker John opened an envelope from India and tiny bugs came flying out of it. We were all a little creeped out waiting for them to attack, but they just swarmed one area of the cubicle until they were killed. Today, though? Today John found a fingernail in one of the envelopes. Ewww. He was super grossed out and I had a lot of fun trying to be even grosser (more gross?) and I made up songs about his new foreign fingernail and of course, it was totally fucking adorable when I was teasing him about it. The bad part, was that during lunch, I walked downtown to the library to return a book, and when I came back to my desk, the international nail was set in the very center of my desk chair. Ewwww, again. It was so much more annoying when the people in my office were trying to gross me out. I grabbed a paper towel in order to remove the offending item from my chair, but I couldn't get one person to admit to having defiled my cubicle with it. The ex-nun wouldn't tell me either - even after I called her Sister Christian. So, I'll have to go back to the office tomorrow and make sure to keep my back to the wall. Apparently, I can't trust anyone at work.