-Does Mike Huckabee wake up every morning intent on convincing those of us who hadn’t noticed that he is in fact the scary evangelical choice for president? Yikes.
-An exchange that occurred last week in this office, after rhetorically pondering aloud (my mistake) the cosmic usefulness of Precious Moments figurines, which make me want to vomit:
Another Dumb Co-worker: "You must be one a them deep thinkers."
Me (stooping to her grammar): "You must be one of them shallow thinkers."
ADCW: "Yes I am."
-We installed our new 37" flat-screen TV last night, upon the completion of which I hooked up the old 20-incher in the bedroom, where I ended up watching TV the rest of the evening. ?????
-Which reminds me: Does The Sound of Music not kick ass? How many other guys out there were flipping back and forth between the Titans clinching the final NFL playoff spot and the incomparable Julie Andrews? That’s right, ladies: I’m a catch.
-I have no idea what my illustrious co-worker (the original one) is complaining about. How does she think that getting a hotel room in Gatlinburg and getting drunk with her mother in law, Granny Jo and her despised husband to ring in the new year will not be a good time? Sounds like a killer plan to me. Whichever one of the latter three characters came up with that one is a genius. Hopefully someone will bring a gun. And a Toby Keith CD.
-Tannenbaum’s Saturday post made me unexpectedly distraught. Have I become that attached to these people whom I’ve never even met? I guess the vicarious emotions we experience through blogging must also include the occasional sadness. Do I hug the computer in those situations?
-Which also reminds me, in case I don’t get around to writing a year-that-was wrap-up post, even though my boss isn’t here today which means I’m not doing any work and therefore have all kinds of time (that’s how I ride, yo): Thanks to all those who read my blog and especially to those who leave comments. Even greater thanks to those who write the blogs I read. Some of you I know well, some of you a little, and others I’ve never met. All of you make me wonder why I waited so long to get in on it.