The Triumphant Return of Pantsfree Friday.
That's right, people. No pants. I'll leave it at that.
Except to say that my lack of pantaloonage certainly improves my mood, especially at this hour. Of course, I awoke this morning, refreshed from a deep dark sleep with which a goodly wank and some antihistamines had something to do, determined to let nothing stand between me and a gloriously boring Friday. I put on the shorts, I filled my good old travel mug with a heady blend of Colombia's finest and a generous tipple of amaretto to get me motor runnin' (there really is nothing like drinking on the job, is there?) ; grabbed some too-tempting leftovers for lunch(homemade roasted veggie wraps with guacamole and feta)--errrp, scratch that, quickly bolted breakfast at my desk--and I am GOOD TO GO, people. Woot! It's finally fucking Friday. Thank the pink unicorn.
Also, we have parasailing with The Family to look forward to tomorrow. Wheeee!! My favorite aunt and uncle are visiting from Oregon and I'm chairing the Activities Committee. It's going to be an entire weekend of watching my mom and aunt get totally buttered before noon and subtly catfight-while-also-bonding in a way that only female siblings can. I wonder if my aunt has seen Anchorman?? ;)
P.S. Speaking of movies, if anyone has a chance to see the documentary Why We Fight... do it. It's a fantastic film. Depressing as all fuck (unless you find the idea of living under the thrall of the biggest warmongering evil empire our little blue dot called Earth has ever seen to be not at all disheartening), but totally worth an hour and a half of your life.
Except to say that my lack of pantaloonage certainly improves my mood, especially at this hour. Of course, I awoke this morning, refreshed from a deep dark sleep with which a goodly wank and some antihistamines had something to do, determined to let nothing stand between me and a gloriously boring Friday. I put on the shorts, I filled my good old travel mug with a heady blend of Colombia's finest and a generous tipple of amaretto to get me motor runnin' (there really is nothing like drinking on the job, is there?) ; grabbed some too-tempting leftovers for lunch(homemade roasted veggie wraps with guacamole and feta)--errrp, scratch that, quickly bolted breakfast at my desk--and I am GOOD TO GO, people. Woot! It's finally fucking Friday. Thank the pink unicorn.
Also, we have parasailing with The Family to look forward to tomorrow. Wheeee!! My favorite aunt and uncle are visiting from Oregon and I'm chairing the Activities Committee. It's going to be an entire weekend of watching my mom and aunt get totally buttered before noon and subtly catfight-while-also-bonding in a way that only female siblings can. I wonder if my aunt has seen Anchorman?? ;)
P.S. Speaking of movies, if anyone has a chance to see the documentary Why We Fight... do it. It's a fantastic film. Depressing as all fuck (unless you find the idea of living under the thrall of the biggest warmongering evil empire our little blue dot called Earth has ever seen to be not at all disheartening), but totally worth an hour and a half of your life.