So here I am at headquarters, where they are giving out iPhones to almost all the employees.
Except for me. Mine is "in the mail" to my home office. Where I am not. And where I won't BE for a whole 'nother week.
Wah!
Also, I bought a company logo coffee mug at the company store - the only place on the planet where you can buy company-branded merchandise like shirts and mugs and hats and business card holders, etc. First thing I did . . . drop the bag and break brand new company logo coffee mug. Lucky me, they exchanged it.
What a day.
There's nothing quite as satisfying as finding picking up a stylish new shirt that has been relinquished to the discount rack because of a stain. Unless the stain comes right out in the wash. That's definitely more satisfying.
Antique Mommy cracks me up:
"The universe likes to take my goals, roll them up into a nice tight little cylinder and then use them to shoot spitballs at me, right between the eyes."
The box says, "Attention Muggles - Do not deliver or open before July 21!"
*giggle*
Update: Well, I finished the novel a little after midnight. It's hard to believe I was wrong about Snape, but I was right about the death of Fred Weasley, unfortunately. Good stuff. I'm going to have to read it again.
I am officially "one of those people." Having pre-ordered Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows at Amazon.com, I plan to spend tomorrow eagerly awaiting the UPS man. And actively avoiding the internet and the inevitable spoilers that will be published.
If I was a 14-year-old, I might have attended one of the midnight book release parties. I am just geeky enough to have put on house colors and a wizard robe. Obviously, I'm a Ravenclaw.
Pathetic.
Leah tagged me, so here goes:
1. I'm a sucker for long hair. It was a several hundred points in Handsome's favor when I met him. The good news is that his hair is still long and dark, and he still has all of it. I am a very lucky girl.
2. I love to read. It is my favorite hobby. Since I travel so much and spend so many evening hours alone, I go through about three books a week. I especially love mysteries, even better if they're supernatural thrillers (not to be confused with horror), even better if they're part of series.
3. I hate to vacuum. Absolutely hate it. I'd rather wash and fold and iron every piece of clothing in the house. And all the sheets, even the fitted ones. This is a real problem since we have about 2000 square feet of carpet, including the stairs.
4. The pierces in my ears don't match. One is centered in the lobe, and one is lower than center. This happens when your beauty school Aunt practices on you. The only good part is that she used a tiny little needle, so I don't have any scar tissue.
5. I was born on Labor Day. It makes me very happy to get a 3-day weekend for my birthday every year. And boy do I milk it. Just this weekend, I started reminding Handsome that my birthday is coming. In two months. Yay!
6. I was bitten by a Copperhead snake when I was three years old. I remember almost everything that happened, except the actual snake bite. The only good part of the story was waking up in the hospital to find my dad had brought me an entire bag of Oreo cookies. And the next day, he brought me a cheeseburger because I refused to eat the hospital food, even then.
7. Last year, I had to go the emergency room during a business trip to Idaho Falls, Idaho. All by myself. The pain was so severe, I thought I had appendicitis. It was gas. The MRI technician laughed at me. Utterly mortifying.
8. Once, I drilled a telephone salesman on his pitch. It started out with, "Oh, come on! You can do better than that." Then, I spent a half an hour on the phone making him go over it several times till he got better. I didn't buy anything, and he sure was happy to get off the phone with me. Heh.
Tag: Jeff, Lucy, and Leni.
A new study shows that "the widespread and highly publicized stereotype about female talkativeness and male reticence is unfounded."
The results:
- Women in the study spoke a daily average of 16,215 words
- Men spoke an average of 15,669 words
So true, the women win, but not by a statistically significant margin. Mehl also noted that there are "very large individual differences around this mean."
I could have told them that. Handsome has about three times as many words to say per day as I do. It boggles the mind.
