I had lunch with my sister in a hole because I can.

So I was reading another blog today... and they had this little game that you play with your birthday and the color shirt you are wearing.  The title is what I got.  And I thought... this is stupid.  It's not very funny or far off of something that could be true.  So then I asked Sissy what color her shirt was.  And her's was MUCH better!  And then I was pretty entertained so I did Dave's andhis was even better!!!  And then I did Kyle's... and it's just random... but still 10 times better than mine.  I could have gone on forever... but there are only so many people I will creep out by asking what color shirt they are wearing.  

Sissy:  I loved a snowman in my car because I'm a Ninja!

Dave:  I licked a smurf in a hole because I'm cool like that.

Kyle:  I had lunch with a phone sliding down a hill because I'm sexy and I do what I want.

The moral of this story is that I'm lame... but you guys are cool.  Except for Sissy because even though she's a Ninja who loves snowmen... she does not write fun blogs. ;)  I love you Sissy!!!

That is all for now. 

 I am pleased to announce that today was better than yesterday even though I was at work.

The End.

I am not having good feelings about the rest of my day...

So it's only 7:20 in the morning... and my creeped-out-by-the-world-o-meter is very high.

First, as we are driving to work and I am quietly drinking my coffee and reading sports articles on my iPhone, Dave says to me "The guy in front of us kills people".  And I'm all WHAT?!

So I look closely and the guy has a bumper sticker on the window of his truck canopy that says:

Guns don't kill people

I KILL PEOPLE!

Just like that... with the big red text.  Only it was the weird drippy letter scary text... there just isn't that option here...

Then we get to my office and Dave drops me off.  And as I'm walking around the Sephora this dirty creepy guy with a huge bag from Kohl's stops and starts digging through his bag.  So I'm already slightly creeped out and I start walking a big circle around him so I don't get to close and he goes "Hey, you don't happen to be a 34B do you?"  (And yes... all I can think is that he was asking me my bra size!)  So I say no... and speed walk into my building as fast as I possibly can.  Luckily for me the front door to the building locks behind me... but HOLY CRAP!!!  I'm now too creeped out to concentrate.  

Moral of this story:  I HATE working downtown and there are too many weird creepy people in the world.