Thanks!
i have two ticket to death cab tonight, and neither one belongs to pmk–ha ha!
i’ve making the very dry trek to utah county, but they are worth it. sadly, i won’t be wearing my stalker friendly “i heard ben gibbard” shirt, mostly because i think my date would be jealous.
ak has a weird thing for tools. i’m certain he can’t park in his garage because a) his giant truck, and b) his tool collection nearly matches larry’s.
apparently, any tool that he gets his hands on must be used, including a vwr infrared thermometer found in the lab. miss baxa and i happened to be walking by when he found it. so, of course he took our temp. i’m happy to report i am 4 degrees hotter than she is. i’m sure it’s just my blonde hair, but whatever…
i was in line at petco today when the kid behind me asked if my name was sarah. i should have known where this was headed, but i didn’t. i confirmed and before i knew it he had launched an attack on why he hated me. (no, it wasn’t craig.) he, being a ferret owner, didn’t take kindly to my article bashing them. i quickly pointed out we all have different choices in pets. i don’t expect everyone to appreciate or approve of my pug choice, and frankly i don’t care.
let it go already, i’ve made fun of plenty of other stuff since then. keep up.
you have to go read my column to find out! 
filler conversation always gets me in trouble–verbally.
i work for a financial company a couple nights a week. i’m not there often, so i don’t know everyone as well as i probably should. it seems that i’m always stuck riding in the elevator with co-workers i know the least. i’m not a fan of small talk, but i’ll engage when given no choice. last night, pink tie was explaining that his wife would be having a baby the following day (i still can’t get over planned birth, it just seems weird). when we walked out i wished him good luck, and i hoped everything comes out nicely.
shit.
yesterday, in a meeting at my office there was a discussion on first jobs. my first job included rollerblades and a grocery store, other jobs were a little more interesting.
enter miss baxa, whose first job at the age of 14, was in corn. now before anyone could process this information pmk jumped in pulling on his bad ear and asked if he had heard correctly. rather than smile and realize the similarity in sound, baxa continued on with such phrases as “detasseling” and “husking it”. who knew iowa was such a dirty place to grow-up.
i work with the best people. seriously.
a friend saw this bumper sticker on a car and thought of me. she’s a horrible, horrible person, and i admire her for that.
suddenly i’m feeling the need for religion in my life (calm down jb), it’s just a phase i’m going through– a pink induced phase. what girl wouldn’t agree to attend church with the promise of a pink bible-purse. i’m so in.
scripture accessories– that’s way better than knee shorts and mo’bows!