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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.

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!

i know everyone likes their sbux location best, but mine really is better–not only can you find IN magazine there, but they added my recent column to their bulletin board.go visit the girls and either rory at yoshi-bux; they make your drink with love. seriously.
106th south & state(ish) in sandy. can you believe it, coffee in sandy. yup!

my place doesn’t have ac, making this past week nearly unbearable. i’m lucky enough to be able to escape the heat and spend my day in an air-conditioned office. daisy, however, isn’t so lucky. she’s found the coolest spot in the house to be the kitchen floor–where she’s taken up camp. slowly but surely, she’s dragged her “good” toys and “wet soggy stick to the bottom of my foot” bones there with her.she rotates sides, but beyond that there is no movement. but, i’ve found she will be coaxed away with ice cubes, or diet treats as we call them at my house.
global warming sucks, i need to move.

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