There is nothing like the look on an IT person's face when you breathlessly dash into their cubicle babbling about the virus warning that popped up on your screen. It's a true Kodak moment.
I don't think I had a single cup of coffee at work today. It's official - the universe is off its axis. Quick - everyone in New Zealand jump up and down to knock it back on course. Or I guess I could just stop at Starbucks tomorrow morning. (FYI - Dear Mac - It's about time you start recognizing "Starbucks" as a properly spelled word and quit underlining it in red.)
In an ode to Michael Jackson today I went to work sporting white gym socks with my black Mary Janes. Okay, so it was more like I forgot to pack black socks when I left for my moms house on Friday and was just too lazy to ask my mom for a pair this morning.
If I don't do some serious laundry soon "business casual" is going to mean "olive green yoga pants and a ski sweater with reindeer".
Kudos to the marketing people at Sunsweet - you packaged these "dried plums" in such a way that I didn't realize I had just bought individually wrapped prunes until I got home.
Just in case you were curious, that odd green glow coming from my desk whenever I shut off my light is not, in fact, a toxic waste spill. It's just my glow-in-the-dark Bat Pez Dispenser filled with grape PEZ (Really, is there any other flavor?)
~ The Office Scribe
Monday, May 9, 2011
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Prunes....dried plums....
They should have the slogan, "A bowel movement in every package!"
I wonder why the didn't take a cue from the cranberry people (with their craisins) and call them praisins.
Probably would have been a hit with the church crowd.
The scary thing is they don't taste that bad.
Yes, I am eating them. I don't throw food away. Jerry Orbach in "Dirty Dancing" taught me to send unwanted food to starving children.
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