Scary as it may sound, I actually broke several major laws of nature the other day. Including, but not restricted to; taking a shower, going out in public, and changing my socks. You see, I don’t usually perform any of the aforementioned tasks on Sunday. In my opinion, Sundays are for snoozing ’till noon, wearing sweats, noshing on popcorn, watching bad television, and basically doing a whole lot of nothing. The great thing about these activities, is that I perform them so ding dang well. I’m extraordinarily good at them. And I readily fess up to my talent…even to total strangers. If only I could get paid handsomely for this general malaise-like behavior. The sad thing is, they don’t really have a sort of sloth-on-the-sofa occupation in the world of corporate America. Wait a second…hold the phone…yes they do…that’s it, I’m running for President…
Month: January 2006
FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD!
How come anything you buy will go on sale next week?
Erma Bombeck
Most of you know that I’ve spent countless hours at the Club 6019 in my lifetime. There’s always a bounty of food, good conversation, and Margaret aptly tending bar. I’ve lounged by the pool, pumped the pedals of the player piano (wow, say that 3 times fast), viewed a thousand movies, and enjoyed feasting at a multitude of dinner parties. But never, in all that time, have I ever been privy to an exchange quite like this: