It’s birthday day here at Hell, Inc. The only thing better than a birthday day is Chili-Cookoff day (and that was Tuesday, give it up for me, Miss Best Non-Beef Chili 2006). Since we’ve got three birthdays (KG, Snoop Doug, and Al, the cutest girl on earth™) we really over did it with donuts, cinnamon rolls, fresh fruit and flowers everywhere. Later there are plans for fresh baked cookies using Softwareman’s toaster oven.
Good times in Corporate America.
Today’s a Rainman day. I’ve been listening to Jeff Tweedy’s “The Thanks I Get” and The Ramones’ “Gabba Gabba Hey” for the past hour. The thing is I can only get about halfway through The Ramones’ song before I have to go back to “The Thanks I Get.” I think it has to a lot to do with the way my heart knocks funny at the way Jeff Tweedy sings “You say you wanna know, where I go when I go” 33 seconds into the song. It’s either that or my mom shook me a lot as a baby.