I've had a lot of the former lately. Like I've just been life's bitch for a week and a half. But today, for some reason, I've got life by the ankles, and I'm swinging it around like a toddler at a picnic. You should hear it squeal! Life is filled with glee right now!
(You're welcome!)
(We all should swing on swings more often, don't you think? Every office should have a swingset. Slides as alternatives to the stairs for transport to the mezzanine.)
It might be because of the half-moon cookie I've eaten (actually two half half moons, so two quarter moons, but you do the math). But I really hope not. I'm also making squeaking noises as I eat cherries.
Your assignment: work the word "mezzanine" into some kind of work-related talk or e-mail Friday or whatever day tomorrow is for you. Let me know.
In other news, the monks have started construction. Wouldn't it be cool if it were really them doing it, too? Riding landmovers in their pretty maroon skirts? Maybe I'll sneak over during the night and make a giant mandala on their land.
Who's your messiah now, huh, Flanders? Who's your messiah now?
Thanks, life, for the squealing glee. I bow to the divine in you.
2 comments:
work would be so much more enjoyable (and productive) were it more like chutes and ladders
represent!
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