And she's off

OK kids, this is it. It's go time. See you all before Christmas!

This Is What You Get

Entertainment for the masses.

Happy Father's Day!

Yay for dads everywhere. And yes, my dad's eyes are naturally red ;).

I'm feeling a bit tender (read: hungover) from too much indulgence last night with some of the girls.
Sara (lying on Kelly's changeroom floor at Reitman's with her hood pulled over her head): I feel kind of like Darth Vader right now.
Kelly: Why, because Darth Vader is hungover all the time?

Nice one, Kell.

Dad is content to watch his golf all day today, so despite my constant offer to do things for him, I think he just wants to be left in peace. Which is probably for the best. I'm pretty annoying.

I'm moving to Australia in 11 days. The lack of blogging is due to living life rather than sitting at home and writing about it. Blogging is good times and I will definitely keep up with it, but when you've got 11 days to say goodbye and have fun with your best friends and pack (though truth be told I haven't started that yet), it leaves less time for computer-related pastimes.

Today is an exception. All I desire today is to stay out of the bright lights and shrink into my cool, dark bedroom.

New Community is where it's at. Last night was lovely.

Works been way better since the return of the Megs.

And now I am going to retire to my cave, where I will try to find a way to read without opening my eyes....

"Who got hit with a handsome stick this morning?"
-Meghan's Dad to Meghan's puppy Nubbins

"Did you live through the Depression?"

OK, Tomko Story of the day:

Some dude ordered some windscreen and came in to pick it up. I was alone in the office until the very end, but the other girls caught the tail end of a conversation that went something like this. Oh, and for the sake of protecting the privacy of certain psychotic customers, we'll call this guy "Crazypants McGuggin".

[Crazypants McGuggin comes up the stairs]
CPM: My gosh this place is harder to find than a secret club in London!
Sara: Well, you found us!
CPM: You need a friggin' sign. Who knows there 166 or 666 Graybar whatever is without a sign! Where's the sign?
Sara: Hmm, well I don't know. We used to have a big Tomko sign but then people kept breaking in and stealing things.
CPM: Hmm! Well it sure is hard to find! Anyway, my name is Crazypants McGuggin and I'm here to pick up some windscreen. It looks like 6' by 50' is gonna do me afterall!
Sara: Oh, well I have your paperwork right here, so if you could just sign the credit card slip I can get you set up and on your way!
CPM: I tell ya, hard to find, this place is.
Sara: [laughs politely]
CPM: I need some of those things to hold it up.
Sara: We have some tie-wraps if you'd like some of those.
CPM: Well it needs to hang from a chain-link fence. I bought some before and just had it on a wooden fence, but this time it's a chain fence. Let me see them so I know what's going on.
Sara: OK I'll get a price for you... they're 10 dollars a bag
[CPM and Sara walk downstairs to get windscreen and tie-wraps]
CPM: 10 bucks? That works out to ten cents a wrap
Sara: Yeah, it does.
CPM: Did you live through the Depression?
Sara: No. I read about it.
[Nicki enters]
Nick: They used to be twelve cents each....
CPM: I lived through the Depression. Out of me and my brother, only one of us could go to school because we only had one pair of underwear.
Sara: Wow...
CPM: And we had to make our shoes out of this kind of corrugated cardboard!
Sara: And look at where you are now!!
CPM: So it's just ten bucks? None of those fancy taxes?
Sara: Nah, ten bucks even is fine.
CPM: Here's 5.... 6... 7... 8... 9... 25... 50... 75... and TEN!
Sara: Alright that's perfect! Let me help you with that to your car.
CPM: Is it heavy?
Sara: No I'm just trying to be polite.
CPM: Well! Merry Christmas to you!
Sara: Thanks! I WILL have a Merry Christmas.