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Not a whole lot going on right now. I was (still am and possible forever will be) cleaning up the office area and I came across this time capsule of a photo. Yes, I laughed. Not at the picture so much as at the memory of the evening out in it. I was real proud of myself thinking I had gone “all out” on my costume. Compared to what I’ve seen shared from Cons and such I was pretty low key. I know nothing of makeup and the proper use of latex. When I found the head piece I wanted to make it look as seamless as possible so I bought some stage makeup and a bottle of latex. The picture was taken when I came back from a night of parties and bar hopping. Lots of people were impressed with my work and touched my head looking for where my skin ended and the skullcap began.
As I said, I know nothing of latex and makeup so lots of the makeup ended up on peoples hands. No one minded. I enjoyed the evening despite the fact I was burning up. See, in an effort to be thorough, I had applied the latex along the entire seam. And I did so quite liberally at that. At some point during a night of darts and karoke the buildup became too much and the damn literally burst. My friend “Krusty” noticed I had a little stream running down the side of my cheek just before it all let go.
On Wednesdays you can count on two things — The weekend is just around the corner and there’ll be a little something shared from the funny emails I’ve collected over the years.
We’ve all seen org charts. Depending on the time of year you may see several revisions of the same chart as people are hired, fired, or retired. Through all these changes one sentiment seems constant. Once again, you can thank my dad for this gem.
Well, it’s the middle of the work week which means I pull something from the office joke email folder I’ve maintained for several years. This one actually came from my dad so you have to thank (or blame) him.
We’ve all been there but don’t like to admit it. As much as we try to convince ourselves otherwise, the WORK POOP is inevitable.
For whatever reason while chatting on Twitter I mentioned to Paul how my boy could say “No” better than his girl. So I shared this video with him as proof and told him it was my 1st round entry. Well, I started thinking that maybe others might have some great moments of “NO!!” they’d like to share. So here’s your chance. MMA bouts tend to be three rounds so I think that’s about all I’ll try capturing myself. Trust me, I get many opportunities to experience my boy emphatically tell me, his mom, and his older sisters, “NO!!”
As you can see in this round, it’s lunchtime. Since he’s confined to his highchair you’ve yet to get his “full bodied” version of “NO!!”
So go ahead and share what you have. If you’d like you can post it on twitter just be sure to add #NNOOOOO somewhere in your tweet.
No prize for the best one just plenty of smiles for everyone.