Did I miss the memo?

Ok, so, when did the memo go out about it being okay to fart in front of your co-workers? Did it go in my spam folder? Perhaps I missed it while on vacation?

Not one, but TWO of my male co-workers have recently farted in front of me during work functions.

The first was on an out-of-town business trip, while walking back from dinner. Supposedly since I hadn't said anything, he forgot I was there and let 'er rip.

The second happened today at lunch (read: at lunch, while eating), while some of us were outside at a picnic table.

Seriously, people?

I RIDE my recumbent bike through Lincoln Park!

This is for Jonny -- because of the moments we shared singing a song about recumbent bike riders. We saw this while strolling through the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago on Saturday.

I win.

After months of frustration about the mess IPL left in my yard and 3 phone calls later, a tree service truck pulls up to my house as I'm leaving for work today.


Me: (I know who this is....hahah (evil laugh)...I so win.) Hi! Good morning! Are you here to clean up the yard?

Friendly tree guy: Yes. Do you have a dog?

Me: Uhh, no. The neighbor's do, but he's behind a fence.

Guy: Good, when I was in Mexico a dog bite me on the butt.

Me: Uhh huh, hmmm...well, no dogs here! So, here we are (points at 3 big piles of brush). Oh and that, too (points at logs).

Guy: All of this?!

Me: All of it! Have a good day!

ACK! my undies are inside out

Four times in so many weeks, I've discovered upon going to the bathroom at work that my undies are wrong-side out!

How does this happen? And so often?

Am I that tired, even after showering, that I don't notice the difference? Am I too fixated on what to wear that day? Maybe I'm staring at myself in my sweet closet door mirrors...wait, wait...definitely NOT doing that...
I mean, at least I'm getting the front in the front, right?

Anyway, by the time I get to work and discover this it's a bit difficult to reverse. This would require disrobing in the women's bathroom at work. I think not.

So...here I am, at my desk...with my underwear tag hanging out of my pants. Tomorrow is a new day and a new opportunity to get it right.

Drunken Corn Hole

I know what you are thinking. This is going to be a post playing corn hole while drinking and about how I go better with the more I drank.

While that's probably true, that is not what this post is about.

Last night was the annual A Noble Evening in the Garden.




We enjoyed food from various restaurants and 312 was on tap...and FREE. I also served beer to guests for 2.5 hrs. And stood right in front of the 312 tap. You can imagine my state of mind when I moseyed over to the silent auction with 15 minutes to go. I had already bid on the 5 cubic yards of mulch and I wanted to check on that bid. I was also proxy bidding on the beers of the world for Tod.

I was getting ready to go back to the beer table when, like a beacon in the night, the Colts Tailgate Toss (aka Cornhole) came into view. It was fate -- the next bid was under a $100 and I was sold.

I WON IT! Summer BBQs will be complete chez moi.

Who's up for a game?

Indiana Weather

This weekend--namely Saturday--was the best weather all year thus far. It was gorgeous! 70ish degrees...sunny...

The Foxatron (my red G6 convertible) let her hair down and felt the breeze on her leather interior. It was GLORIOUS!

Enter: today:
Sunny, yes. But man is it cold! Below 40 degrees.

I'm just ready for spring to be here and to stay here.