It’s never too late to have a moment of redemption.
Happy Christmas Eve.
Regarding office present protocol: I don’t give gifts. I only receive.
No hard feelings.
Many work days consist mostly of inadvertently recreating John Krasinski’s reaction shots from ‘The Office’ – and I never even watched ‘The Office’.
I do so love an overture, even though it seems to be in danger of getting lost. I suppose that has its good and bad points. People are late enough – an overture might just be another reason for people to push their arrival time further out. The world turns…
{Here’s one of the greatest overtures ever written, far better than its accompanying show: ‘Candide.’}
Regarding your Ugly Christmas Sweater: it’s the ‘Christmas’ that sets it apart from your other sweaters, right?
It’s almost soup season. My first will be a split pea soup using the hambone from dinner a few nights ago. What is your poison?
What is the point of desiccating perfectly good fruit in the sun? I’m talking to you, raisins and sun-dried tomatoes. You gag me.
The days of three-way calling are long gone.
Still, I remember them with a smile.
Click twice.
Me, at work: “I think my hearing’s going. Thank God.â€
Rarely does anything good come of a text thread with more than five people on it.
#WhittleMeThis
Are the people who have to write ‘TBH’ generally lying the rest of the time?
How is it that I can type a perfectly-spelled and perfectly-punctuated text message 200 characters long with my thumb on a screen the size of a walnut, but cannot fit one of these things back in the shelf unit in less than five tries?
Remember when your cassettes encountered something magnetic and the next time you played them you were a DJ bringing the volume up and down like the real thing?
How come only guys get caught with their zippers down?