Okay, Oprah is all about sandwiches today. How the hell am I supposed to not watch that? I was all set to turn off the TV and listen to some hot and fresh Madonna when she and Gayle started flapping their gums about melted cheese, caramelized onions, and whatnot and so forth. Nummers!
Oh, yeah...
!!!!I'M ON VACATION!!!!
Also,
I was wearing my Obama '08 wristband at work today, which, I think, we're technically not supposed to do. There's nothing in the handbook about that sort of thing, but during the last election someone tried to wear a teeny campaign button and The Bald One made her put it away. I don't think we're supposed to be overtly political. You have to be really close to my wrist to actually read what the wristband says though. I mean, it's less overt than the extensive republican-hating conversations I have with this lady who's shopped at the store for longer than I've been there. Ah, there's nothin' like a good old chat about current events to get you through the work day. Also...I don't effin' care.