Toy Fetish

It started innocently enough with a one or two wind-up toys on my desk. Then Shannon was buying all the women of Hest weiner dolls. She claims they're from some hot dog stand in Chicago but no one has believed me yet when I've tried to explain this:

Now we've moved on to poseable lifelike dolls of wrestlers.

Look out blonde dude! (I can't remember his name)

Rey Mysterio gonna kick your ass!

Inbox innuendo

I woke up at 3 am this morning, my tummy upset from eating dinner too late. I spent the wee hours cleaning out a year's worth of emails that were choking my inbox. When I told Chris "I cleaned out my inbox," he said: "What's that? Code for vomiting?"

Three people who don't blog

Chris, Donald and Todd

Happiness is...

Jenn and I have two new sayings:

I'm a rainbow, dammit. Which means: take your sorry, sad self and move on. We're trying to maintain happiness here.

AND...

Hot Pocket.

See this video for the "inside joke."

On a different note, Jenn and I rearranged our office!! And my gnomes came thru. Partly. The wiring is almost finished.