I am making a turkey burger (7 points) and while it's cooking, I will blog at you. Although I hate to interrupt the extremely disturbing commenting going on from the small post I left this morning.
Anyway, how are you all? I have several stupid things I've been meaning to tell you, and here they are.
First of all, this past weekend, Ned and I schlepped to (wait for it) Winston-Salem, because there was a film festival, and included in said festival was a little documentary on my friend Jo.
It was very exciting. It was like I was friends with a celebrity or something.
Afterward, Jo, her friend Dave, Dick Whitman and his girlfriend Peggy Olsen, and Ned and I went to lunch. This was before Dick Whitman came down with the trots, an ailment that Dick Whitman's mom mentioned to us in the comments the other day. FEEL BETTER SOON, DW! AND YOU'RE WELCOME!
Also? I need to get my fucking lack of flash fixed.
So that was exciting. Having a movie star for a friend and all.
I'd better get back to work. The Other Copy Editor, who sits behind me in our open floor plan, told me that her refrigerator broke this weekend. You have no idea how badly I wanted to call her from my desk to hers, three feet away, and repeatedly ask if her refrigerator was running. Every time I considered it, I cracked my own self up.
I feel like she wouldn't have appreciated it, though. I feel like you'd have felt the frigid air between us had I done that.
I told this whole story to my OTHER coworker, TinaDoris, who said if I'd done that, The Other Copy Editor would have given me defrosty attitude.
Everyone's a comedian.
I also want to alert you to the goings-on in Hulk's sex life, but I ran out of time before I could get to that. So this blog will be like a kind of serial drama. TUUUUNE IN NEXT TIME! Has Hulk finally gotten some action? Is Hulk rounding the bases as we speak? Is "rounding the bases" even a thing? DON'T MISS Bye Bye Pie tomorrow!
Okay, bye. I'm so glad we had this time together.