I got to work this morning a little later than usual. The defrost, and heat, in the Z don’t really work very well so TJ rode with Micah and me this today. Which is totally fine. I like it when we carpool. She is, after all, my very favorite person in the world. Yep, after all these years, she’s still my best friend.
Anyway, because of the extra miles we must travel, I get to work about 15 minutes later. And since I was off yesterday, I spent the first part of my morning answering emails and voice messages that I missed. By the time I got done with that, my boss was in and there was no way I’d be able to blog. So in order not to feel guilty, I didn’t listen to any music at all. I listened to 4 or 5 old episodes of Wait, Wait… Don’t Tell Me. Let me tell you, I love this show. It’s a news game show from NPR. I had no respect for Carl Castle before discovering this gem. He talks like his tongue is two times bigger than it should be. But after learning that he’s got a great sense of humor, I find myself chuckling when he does the morning news. Not because he’s saying anything funny, but I feel like I know the secret side of him. Like maybe, just maybe, he’s doing the news in nothing but a studded, criss-cross, leather harness and leather chaps and a bright red g-string. I just got a wicked visual. I don’t know what he looks like, but I imagine some grandfatherly man with a body something like that of Wilford Brimley. Ah, we’ll all have sweet dreams tonight.
I should have no problem getting the shuffle done tomorrow. And I apologize for the two days off. But it’s been a nice break. Ok, pretty girls are on TV in five minutes and I need to get this posted and assume my television viewing posture.