Hey, remember how I promised you I'd take a photo of the rubberband ball I've been working on? Well, here it is. It's WAY more impressive in person.
Today was birthday day for a few different people I know. It's also the reason I'm going to make another HUGE drunk girl disclaimer. Judging from my behavior earlier this evening, everything I say can and will be annoying. Consider yourself warned.
My co-worker John turned 13 years older than me today. His special day made him hyper and even harder to take than usual. I know I've already told you that I walk a mile to work and when it's seventy degrees and sunny I have a hard time looking very glamorous, but when it's cold, I'm kind of laughable. So, today it was probably 102 degrees below zero in the morning. I was wearing several layers and a hat and my big puffy coat - the one that my girls tell me makes me look like a gigantic purple marshmallow. Well, when I wear the hood up on that jacket along with my hat, I look more than a little bit on the "challenged" side. When I got to work, John's wife was dropping him off and he had the gall to stand in front of me and laugh at my dork-assedness (another imaginary word brought to you compliments of drunken Churly). So, I did what every self-respecting girl would do, I flipped him the bird with both hands. Of course, I was wearing mittens so it was kind of dumb, but John knows me well enough to know exactly what was going on under the fabric.
Tonight I met some friends at George's for my friend K.'s birthday. Among other things, we had an enlightened conversation about which chicks in what seventies TV shows were hot. I used to date a guy who thought Joyce DeWitt from Three's Company was hot. The guys at my table definitely begged to differ. Then somehow we got on the subject of whether Whoopi Goldberg was attractive and there was a little discussion between one of the guys and one of the women about if Whoopi sucked or not. I offered up my usual suggestion - that they take off their shirts and wrestle over it, but they weren't into it. Damn.
Okay, kids. I think that's quite enough bullshit for one post. Come back tomorrow when I'll dispense a ton more.