so there I was, stuck on a conference call that I wanted no part of when suddenly a chimp wearing a Carmen Miranda outfit came strolling into my office…

I hate conference calls. With a passion. They’re awful, absolutely fucking awful. They’re rarely productive. And I look like shit on a webcam.

Anyway, moving on.

I went and got my flu shot last night. I’m a staunch supporter of all vaccines and I would love to be able to mandate them, for my cow-orkers if nothing else. I took the time yesterday to figure out where we could go and have the shot not only covered 100% by our insurance but also get a $5 coupon for Target. Hint, it was at the CVS Pharmacy inside Target.

I shared this information with my little circle of pals. The one said, “you’re so good to take care of us like this.” Um, honey, I’m not taking care of you I’m taking care of me. Go get your damn shot so you don’t bring any more germs than necessary into this petri dish.

Being this adorable is absolutely exhausting

I’m still working on the World’s Most Boring Shawl. I’ve decided that what irritates me most about it is that it really looks like kite string. There’s no style to it, no panache, nothing really interesting at all. I hate it. But I want it done and off the needles as quickly as possible so I can get back to something more exciting.

I will just sleep on top of my toys

Lancelot and I have tickets to see Rocky Horror Picture Show at the community playhouse later this month and I’m trying to figure out if I should dress up for the show, and if so, which character should I dress up as? I’d make a wicked Dr. Frank-N-Furter, but I’m not sure about wearing a corset and fishnets in public like that. I’m sure I’ll come up with something.

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