Poor Poohbah ...
And in the category of why-dear-God-WHY-did-you-feel-the-need-to-share-that-tidbit-of-information: Mango is leaking his anal gland juices all about the house. As gross as it may be for someone else to read it, imagine living with it. Especially when your puppy (whom you love dearly and very rarely deny anything) likes to sleep above your head at night. *shudders* The things I do for the pooch.
Work was fun but horrendous for my back today. I had to take pictures of all of those items which I inventoried. And, yes, that includes those damn Sharpies. I swear, if I never have to see another one of those things ... besides, who the heck doesn't know what a Sharpie looks like??? Gah! Regardless, still love it.
Oh, but part of getting all of the items photographed was standing on top of a ladder and taking pictures from above of the clothing items which, when done in the middle of a semi-busy hallway, leads to much attention. I got comments all day long ... lots of "Watch out now, don't fall!" and "Do I get one of those?" and, my personal favorite, "You know, I've given at least a million dollars to this company, don't you think I'm entitled to a free shirt?" It also entailed lots of manly attention which ... was alternately amusing and creepy.
Cutest of all was the little old man who looked absolutely horrified that I was up on the ladder and gave me this look like, "Little lady, that's far too dangerous for you to be doing." Yay work!