This is my post, I suppose… Extending the great tradition of Guest Posts…
Chris cut himself, like, the first day I was here. A rogue muffin of English ancestry jumped out and bit him. He kept asking everyone if he should go to the emergency room to get stitches. I told him he’d survive without stitches…
Then on the next day I was helping Elyse make buffalo fries. Chelsea and Chris were watching TV. I was doing just dandy – converted most of 4 potatoes into fry-size segments – when they both quit watching TV and came over and started watching me cut the last bit o’ tater. First thing they said was, “don’t cut yourself.” This, of course, increases one’s chance of cutting oneself by approximately eleventy billion percent.
So I cut my thumb.
Later, we posed our injured extremities for a photo op:
Tiny little hard to see cuts, eh?
Today, me and Chris took a tour of Elyse’s work. The warehouse was loud. They have a bobcat with a jackhammer… Not sure what that has to do with making cables, but they have one.
This is Elyse’s office (apparently she is still just a visitor…). Notice the lack of bumph.
Notice your word of the day in that previous sentence. Note the definition: “Printed matter, such as pamphlets, forms, or memorandums, especially of an official nature and deemed of little interest or importance.”
Where are all her TPS reports and internal memos and useless company brochures? I coulda brought a buncha mine if I knew of her spartan cube. Also, she has a lot of shoes in her office. Not why she needs them; I have no shoes in my office, cept when I take mine off…
(thus ends the guest post (-Cole))