My coworker sometimes throws crumpled scrap paper over my cubicle wall. At times, these crumpled scraps contain messages.
Yesterday, the message referred to a trip I took over the weekend. As I write, she has yet to see my pictures from the trip.
Will blog for comments.
3 comments:
How in the world do you have ads for Anne Coulter on this post?
('course, I shouldn't speak: evidently I get ads for Intelligent Design, Muslim evangelism, and New Age groups...)
So you got your GPS coordinates??
Was this picture taken before or after you danced like a member of Village People at Hard Rock Cafe?
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