wedding
Recently seen/heard in an office
This item is sitting on a desk:
Person A is sitting at the desk and Person B arrives to Person A's desk.
B: Blah, blah, blah, blah (picks up ball)
A: Nodding politely
B: (bouncing ball) Hey, where did you get this?
A: The office supply store.
B: Really? And it came just like this? (Still bouncing)
A: Yes, it's a rubber band ball.
B: Huh. And it came just like this?
A: Yes.
B: (bouncing) This is neat! What's it for?
A: It's a rubber band ball. You know, in case you need a rubber band.
B: (stops bouncing) OH! It's like an actual office supply. Gee, and I'm sitting here bouncing it like it's a toy.
A: Uh, yeah.
There's genius at work here people!
Damn you, French Bakery
Oh how I know better. You have such a lovely Cobb salad with super crumbly BACON and avocados to die for. I have eaten it many times. And yes, my tummy doesn't like it but you are a party in my mouth.
Being a French bakery, you have so many other yummy delights. Pastries and breads and cakes galore. I am good. I stay away from them, but today, I decided to indulge myself.
Do you know what my favorite dessert is in the whole wide world? Coming in just a notch above Baked Alaska (which I will have as wedding cake, btw) is Creme Brulee. The crunch of the crusty top, the smooth creamy pudding-type gunk underneath, maybe some fruit on top. Ahhhh, pardon me whilst I have a smoke.
Well, French Bakery, you are French, you make dessert, I expect to be awed. You have let me down.
My creme brulee looked lovely. And as I dug into it, imagining the ecstacy that would soon follow, something punched me in the side of the head. Ack! What is in my mouth?!?! The texture is wrong, it's too runny, the top is not crusty, and worst of all the taste. Has the French Bakery just tried to poison me?
Do you know what it tastes like? Of course you don't. Let me tell you. It tastes like what a relaxer smells like (that's a hair perm for the gents or non-relaxer havin folks). So imagine you're expecting sweet goodness and you get a curly tongue.
MOTHER F-ING DISGUSTING!
Anywho, disappointment reigns at this lunch hour. And a lot of water is needed. Lather, rinse, repeat.
ROCO Friday – 4 squared
Wow, that just took me back. We used to play four square on the playground when I was in 5th grade. Four square and Release. Release is a version of tag. Good times.
The end of our week of quiet is near. Tomorrow we pick up Kiddo from the airport. The weekend is stuffed to the max with things to do. Paper writing, airport trips, baseball games, shopping, returning, helping, Keys(!), banking, feeding, whew! It's one busy weekend. ROCO!
So I missed last week's edition of ROCO Friday, but rest assured that I was partaking in a ROCO…or someone was…ahahahahaha!
This week has flown by! We've got the summer vacation dates all set up, the house is booked and there's nothing to do but wait for it. I love me some summer vacation. Early morning coffee on the porch, birds chirping, squirrels everywhere, naked boating. The good life for one week. 99 days and counting. (99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer…)
It's 10am and I'm wired for sound. ROCO!
I've really got to get to doing some schoolwork and things of that nature, so I'll leave you all with best wishes for a fun and relaxing weekend and my man, G$. ROCO!