Sh*t My Co-Worker Says:

 

“You know, if I was ever going to, like, try it,
I would take 1980s horse steroids and just ride, man.
You’d get so many chicks that way.”

 

“It’s like the beginning of an episode of ‘Duck Tales’ in here.”

 

(anyresemblancetoanyonelivingordeadiscoincidentalandtotallynotintentionalblahblah)

This Post Brought to You by:

 

The Letter “L”

For “Light-headed”
And “Limp”
And “So glad to be home and not stuck in Denver
in the middle of a snowstorm because NO.”

 

Oh,
that didn’t start with “L”.
Silly me.

Y’all.

Seriously.

How in the CRAP do people travel for business on a regular basis?
I just had three solid days of meetings with working lunches,
and I cannot fathom doing this more than once or twice a year.

I’m going to go snuggle The Boyo and The Corgi now.

And soak my feet–full business drag does a number on Ye Olde Insteppe.

Thinking:

 

This Awkward Work Moment
is brought to you by:

I can totally see your underwear through that dress,
and don’t know whether to compliment your tasteful accessorizing,
or to hand you a slip.

Subtly.