Message me, The Husband is home with the Baby who is The Sick, and so I have a ticket we paid for that has no home.
C’mon, peeps. If you’re in Chicago, message my wife (as shown above) and go to a wonderful event and have a drink for me. On me. And then buy a bunch of silent auction stuff. Except the Blackhawks tickets. Those are mine.
I’m home with a sick kid today.
Somehow, during one of the periods when she’s been awake, we started talking about groundhogs.
This led to looking up pictures of groundhogs.
Next came comparisons of groundhogs to beavers.
Then we started looking up pictures of beavers.
All that came up were images of animals.
In conclusion, I have never sweat-searched Google Images so hard in my life.
I just said “It’s wahfer thin!” to one of my staff, and she didn’t get it. What I’m trying to say is, I’m hiring.
There are lots of good things about having a free, decently equipped gym in one’s office building, not the least of which is that I am far more likely to utilize such a beast when it is just an elevator ride away, and damned if I don’t end up feeling much better when I do.
But nothing really prepares you for the moment when you walk into a meeting, shake someone’s hand for the first time, and realize that a mere 20 minutes ago, before you’d even met them, you got a great big eyeful of their hairy ass.