It's National Donut Day. Someone at the office brought muffins. They're doing it wrong*. It's also National Leave Work Early Day. Number one, who the fuck needs a day for that? And number two, I mean one day? One more, National Rotisserie Chicken Day. I bet they're flying off the shelves at Costco today. I swear they put crack in the seasoning. *That did not stop me from having a marionberry muffin.
Free Krispy Kreme today! But I'm cutting back soooo....el hubs gets mine. I think I've done about an hour of real work today. Fuckit, I'm leaving early. I cannoy concentrate today. Also I get Monday off. Those 2 things can't possibly be related, no!
Well, we just found out someone on our team got fired yesterday. So, they got to celebrate Get Out of Work Early Day..........early. The bastard.
I didn't bring donuts or muffins, I brought cronuts. Supermarket knockoff cronuts but still damn delicious. Leave early? Don't mind if I do! Gives me time to make a beer run, the fridge is perilously low.
You ever notice how beer companies don't run promotions for a year supply? I get why, but how amazing would it be if they did.
My mom won a "year supply" of Bluebell ice cream once in an ice cream making contest. In reality it was 52 coupons for half gallons of Bluebell ice cream. Eh, still pretty great.
If someone told me I won a year supply of beer and it was 365 beers supposed to be drank one per day and delivered once per two months I'd still be stoked.
My wife hates me. It occurred to me about two weeks ago that perhaps I was gaining a bit too much pregnancy weight with her. So I started watching what I ate and hit the weights again. Two weeks and 7 lbs lighter, she's really pissed. This fast metabolism is a gift and a curse. But usually a gift. Oh, and also I put a fake roach in my wife's migraine medicine container. She's gonna hate me for that too.
Sounds like we're headed to see Jason Boland and Shooter Jennings tomorrow night. Maybe that makes up for the bro country I saw last weekend.
My tech lead for every major project I've executed on in the last two years (projects that have been the largest in our practice's history) left today. It sucks. We'll definitely remain friends, and he's helped me build an incredible team to fill his absence, but it's still rough. On a lighter note, I've gotten mortgage commitment on my new house, so I move into a new awesome place in a few weeks. The universe always maintains a balance, I guess.
A guy at my shop quit today, so there's that. In other news, my police interceptor rims came in today, so I'm pretty happy about that.
I like BlueBALL Ice Cream. You buy it drinks all night, then it fakes a headache and drunk-dials its ex-boyfriend.
Well my intern told me that she just found out she's unexpectedly knocked up, so maybe that explains some of the weirdness. Guess who's home watching "She's All That" and eating frozen pizza??? Aw yeah! I want to drink!
You'd BETTER drink if you're going to watch that movie. It's incredible how by wearing glasses you can't tell that she's pretty. Movie magic I guess. Insult to injury: it made me aware of who Sixpence None The Richer is. Every five fucking minutes on the radio with that unicorns-galloping-through-golden-fields fagtron song of theirs.