Yesterday I had one of those horrendous workdays where you spend hours writing something, then lose the whole document forever, no matter what IT does. I wanted Superman to fly around the world and reverse time.
Then today the exterminator came, not to kill me, which would have been nice, but to kill our ants. Which means Ned and I didn't have to go in till later, which meant Ned-ding.
The point is, busy, but here I am at work, unblogged, so I thought if you didn't read the comments yesterday, I'd show you the list of words and phrases I do not allow at my desk. This friendly list hangs in my area. I can't say "cubicle" because they abolished our cubicles. Somebody else here made the list after hearing me say, "Don't say that" for about the 87th time. Then I added to it as necessary.
“My happy place”
[20, 30, 40]-something
Referring to your fetus as “the bean”
Saying that anything “lives” on a website
Calling Cincinnati ’Cinci
Calling San Francisco ’Frisco
Calling a BMW a "Beamer" (that one is new today!)
Again, I am with you. No idea why anyone here even speaks to me, except to say, "Did you lose another Word doc?"
Also, since I'm showing you this and it was in the comments yesterday, it begs the questions--BEGS!--how many of you read the comments? I am curious.
Okay, leaving. Oh. Also. I had a dream last night that I had sex with Hulk. I know, man. I know. I should add "Sex with Hulk" to my no-dream list.