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I just wanted to say, very quickly, the following:

A) I have just about the most amazing husband ever.  Seriously, kids, I have eaten at a lot of places & had a lot of people cook for me, and Patrick is seriously the best. No kidding. This comes to mind as I fork a bite of last nights left overs into my mouth.  He made delicious spicy sausage with black beans and some OH so tasty coconut basmati rice with rosemary bread on the side.  mmm. . . m. m. mm.

B) I love tea almost as much as I love PKM.

C) I am a geek. That is all.

As you probably know, because of my inability to eat a dish without taking a fuzzy cellular picture of it, I LOVE YAKISOBA! So today when I saw on Boing Boing a blog about someone selling a Felt Yakisoba creation on Etsy, I was very excited! Not excited enough to buy it… but definitely to post a picture!

It’s unfortunate that the Felt Yakisoba looks a lot more appetizing than the actual dish It really was quite good.

I get a bizarre sense of satisfaction, bordering on perversion, when my checkbook balances down to the penny.  It’s really, REALLY, a good feeling knowing where every cent is going. The whole idea of rounding up in your checkbook is a great one.  I built quite a padding doing that for a while.  However, I’ve found that even with the “Keep the change” feature that Bank of America offers, I can’t round up.  It just throws me off.  I love my precious pennies too much.  I mean, figuratively speaking, of course.  If I had my way, I’d be done with pennies all together.

Oh well!

I’m just full of random today… But, okay, this is really weird.  I’ve had the sudden urge to smoke a cigar.  Or, really, just to hold one in my hand.  It feels so nice, right?  I mean, clearly I would never, EVER, because they stink and that’s disgusting, but still.

Well, it’s 4:30 on a Monday.  That means the rush of those who take a 30 minute lunch will soon be flooding past my office door.  Frequently, almost daily, I feel the need to turn towards the door and smile at all of the shop guys as they leave.  Not that I’m attracted to them or anything, it’s just in my nature.  If someone is near me, I feel that I should acknowledge them… even if they’re just passing by and most likely would rather I didn’t.  I mean, when you’re leaving work, you really just want to close your eyes and run out the door as quickly as possible so as not to be stopped by anyone and prolong your day.  Or is that just me?  Not that I don’t LOVE my job.  Seriously. I really like my job. I know that’s hard to believe coming from previous posts when I was at a previous post. But now, I don’t mind being at work.

Anyway - I’m going to get ready to leave. Yeah, I’ll find a way to take 26 minutes to prepare myself to walk out the door. I’ve got rock trivia tonight and that means I’ve got to… well, nothing, because I really contribute 0 to my team.  P &  our team leader really don’t need anyone to tell them what’s what.  I’m just there for the free bar tab.

Peace out, peaches.

What do you do when a friend has an ugly child?  I mean, obviously you just STFU about it and smile politely when the pictures roll out… But seriously, there are some fug kids out there. :/

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