Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Christmas gifts for cleaning folks

I love Christmas, for it is the only time of the year when I can break out my Malibu Barbie Manger. I would have followed that star across the desert, too, if I knew that the Magi were three hot chicks in bikinis. Even if the hot chicks had no joints, sported artificial hair, and were made in China. Though I would have been freaked out to look down at a crib of straw and see a baby Jesus that looks like a dwarf Ken.

Of course Christmas is also the time to thank our cleaning folks the old-fashioned way--with cold, hard cash. So I'm doing the annual collection of money to give to C, our always vigilant daytime cleaning lady, and J, our festive, nocturnal floor-cleaning guy. Please stop by my or Connie's office to drop off your donations if you are so inclined.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to check out eBay to see if I can find a G.I. Joe Stations of the Cross set.

Ho ho ho,


Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Another Global Workshop email

To celebrate Election Day in the most patriotic way possible, I'm going to get a big bottle of ripple and a big tub of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, dress up my hand to look like Betsy Ross, and let my freak flag fly. I'm also going to forward this awesome e-mail about some sort of global workshop. Trust me, you'd be much better off checking out the forwarded e-mail than checking me out.