Immature evil grin

When you are new at the office, people like to gawk at the stuff you have on display on your desk.  Thus far each time someone has been checking out my cube, he or she has said some version of, "Who is the handsome man in that picture?"  and I get to say "THAT IS MY HUSBAND."  And then my soul makes this face:

And I think, "TAKE THAT, PEOPLE WHO WERE MEAN TO ME IN JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL!  YOU SAID I WAS FUG AND NOW I AM AN ADULT WITH A HAIR STRAIGHTENER AND A HOT HUSBAND!"  There is a 100% chance that none of those people even remember me, but whatever. 

Songs from Goo

One of the many benefits of having an older sister like Goo has been the awesome music to which she's introduced me. While my classmates were listening to garbage modern country radio slop or - I kid you not - Christian rock (welcome to rural Mississippi!), Goo was playing me Nirvana, Sonic Youth, PJ Harvey, Beck and the like. Of course, at the time this only served to make me even more weird than the other kids, but later in life it helped me pretend to be marginally cool! Thank you, Goo!

She just texted me to remind me of another musical genuis she brought into my life - DR. HOOK.



Mmm, nothing like a slow jam on a Friday night.

My first corgi

Anyone of my seven readers could testify to the fact that I love a corgi. The first corgi I ever met - indeed, the first one I'd ever seen or even heard of - was Ted, the dog of my dear high school friend Gordon. Ted was basically happiness in a fur covered body and stumpy ass legs, and I adored him instantly. But, as happens sometimes despite the best of intentions, Gordon and I largely lost touch for a while, and that of course meant no more Ted in my life. As we progressed through college, a number of my friends suffered the loss of their childhood pets, and one day it occured to me - Holy crap, Ted must be dead!!

Well it delights me to tell you all that Ted is NOT dead! Ted, it turns out, is alive and thriving and living in Knoxville, TN. He has a lovely life with Gordon's mom and dad and they take him on all kinds of very fun trips. Gordon sent me a photo of Ted just the other day:


LOVE YOU TED!!

Fun fact - Gordon also has a pet hedgehog named Hoggie Bear. I thought it would be gross but it is adorable. He has two cats as well, but who cares about those.

I'm getting concerned about The Biebs

Get a load of this, y'all! In an act of tween revenege, Biebs tweeted some poor kid's phone number:


That is bananas! Someone needs to rein in this kid, as he is getting too big for his britches. Not cool, Biebs! Also, anyone else INSANELY glad that the internet didn't exist in its current manifestation when you were in high school? Ophelia=sofakingglad.

That'll do, Facebook

I woke up around 2:00am with a coughing fit (in my old age I appear to have become allergic to everything, including my own apartment), and removed myself from the bedroom so as not to wake up Sammy. Logged on to facebook, as one does, and saw a most unusual 'friend suggestion.' Usually those are either random celebrities I can't stand or people from second grade I'd much rather forget... but this time, I'm pretty sure that the new friend Facebook had found for me was the dead dog of my high school boyfriend. Seriously, Facebook? You're freaking me out.

I'm fairly sure I was still dreaming.