Oh Hey, Mr. Hamilton! How Do You Like My Pants?

Today, I pretty much got paid it spin around in my chair for 7 hours at work. It was really boring.

Highlight of my day: finding a ten dollar bill in the back pocket of my jeans when I got dressed this morning. 

I wonder if any of my other clothes have money hiding in them...

In for the Long Haul

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public humiliation of an actual person, and the future possibility 

of an untimely demise. 

Thank you.

Mission, Completion!

One time, I thought I was really funny so I joined one of those nauseating "We're getting hitched!" groups on Facebook (you know the ones-- where they ask for everyone's addresses) of someone I didn't know and knew wouldn't know me. Then I forgot about it.


Welp. Today I got a wedding invitation in the mail from someone I have never seen in my entire existence.


I should probably feel a little bad about this, but mostly I just think it's hilarious.

(**Note: Because I know I'm probably the only one who watches little kids shows, I thought I should point out the obvious fact that the title of this post comes from Playhouse Disney's "Little Einsteins." Just in case you were wondering. Great show. I highly recommend it for any preschool to kindergarten aged child. Or anyone, really.)

FYI...

Dead, soggy marigolds don't smell very pretty. 

And after dead-heading a couple dozen flats of them, you start to taste it.

I think my hands are going to smell like marigolds for the rest of my life.

(At least I'll keep away the bugs, right?)

Oh the joys of working at a nursery.