October 2009
September 2009
One of my work friends just called this guy in my department a "douche tool." This is such an apt description of him that I couldn't even laugh, I just had to agree.
The caterer for my meeting forgot the dessert platter. Good thing I am always looking for the brownies and noticed before he left.
I shouldn’t have called that woman a bitch. I should have said that she’s insufferable.
I know this woman who, when she asks a man a question, she uses this annoying baby voice. Also she is a bitch. Just FYI.
No really. Name dropping is not how to get your way or impress people.
There is nothing more boring than listening to old men talk about team building exercises they did last month in Germany.
Seriously - she went over and got my phone and brought it to the table and said, “take a picture! Kaylee noodle! Take a picture, Kaylee noodle!”
I HAVE THE CUTEST NIECE EVER. And apparently she’s a future blogger.
Home alone night = I get to watch the first two episodes of this season of Heroes. Also order delicious food.
Shocker: the food will probably be a BLT from a diner, with a side of dessert of some kind.
Oh good. I've taken care of that pesky "leftover guacamole" problem.
Matt is going to watch baseball with his friend, I am staying home and ordering food and snuggling with Madeline.
I’d say I’ve got the better end of the deal.
I just found a reason to end my life.
I can’t eat bacon. The sulfates give me migraines.
BRB. Crying like a baby.
Does this mean no red wine, either?
This is true tragedy.
