Today I had a guy tell me he wanted to file a complaint with our facilities people because they moved a box that they weren’t supposed to.
A box that he moved into his new office before they moved out the stuff belonging to the person still in there.
A BOX HE DID NOT MARK.
Apparently, he wants to complain that our moving crew is not psychic or able to see through boxes.
My friend pointed out that it takes all kinds. And apparently one of those kinds is meant to drive me CRAZY.
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The weekend was nice. Busy, as usual. Involved too much money spending, as usual, but that was only because I went to the scrapbook store. I have Issues, I know. Because not only do I scrapbook, I can drop $30 on STICKERS. But hey, what can I say? The scrapbook store has tons of alcohol-related stickers, which comes in handy when half the pictures you are scrapbooking have really drunk people in them.
People always look at me funny when I tell them I scrapbook, but I have a handy ability to cut them off from making fun of me by mentioning that we always have both booze and cupcakes at our gatherings. And that we are the kind of women who scrapbook drunk outings to clubs and naked strippers at bachelorette parties. Oh, and we sit around and talk smack about people. So basically, scrapbooking is our excuse to gossip, compare stories about drunken escapades, eat cupcakes and drink Smirnoff Ice.
Wow, that does not make it sound any better does it? But who fucking cares, it's a damn good time.
Other than that, we headed over to Casa De Moms yesterday for dinner out in their glorious new yard. Free food + nice view = good times, especially when you are broke because dude, Chicago. And also new bowling ball.
Because yes, we bowl. And I scrapbook. And we love cheese. Oh, and I also play Bunco. BUNCO!
Are you beginning to see why we need to move to the Midwest? Because seriously, it's like we already live up to half the stereotypes. Plus, I look really cute in snow gear.
A box that he moved into his new office before they moved out the stuff belonging to the person still in there.
A BOX HE DID NOT MARK.
Apparently, he wants to complain that our moving crew is not psychic or able to see through boxes.
My friend pointed out that it takes all kinds. And apparently one of those kinds is meant to drive me CRAZY.
The weekend was nice. Busy, as usual. Involved too much money spending, as usual, but that was only because I went to the scrapbook store. I have Issues, I know. Because not only do I scrapbook, I can drop $30 on STICKERS. But hey, what can I say? The scrapbook store has tons of alcohol-related stickers, which comes in handy when half the pictures you are scrapbooking have really drunk people in them.
People always look at me funny when I tell them I scrapbook, but I have a handy ability to cut them off from making fun of me by mentioning that we always have both booze and cupcakes at our gatherings. And that we are the kind of women who scrapbook drunk outings to clubs and naked strippers at bachelorette parties. Oh, and we sit around and talk smack about people. So basically, scrapbooking is our excuse to gossip, compare stories about drunken escapades, eat cupcakes and drink Smirnoff Ice.
Wow, that does not make it sound any better does it? But who fucking cares, it's a damn good time.
Other than that, we headed over to Casa De Moms yesterday for dinner out in their glorious new yard. Free food + nice view = good times, especially when you are broke because dude, Chicago. And also new bowling ball.
Because yes, we bowl. And I scrapbook. And we love cheese. Oh, and I also play Bunco. BUNCO!
Are you beginning to see why we need to move to the Midwest? Because seriously, it's like we already live up to half the stereotypes. Plus, I look really cute in snow gear.
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I keep hearing this word, and I do not think it means what it actually means.
WTF is Bunco?
Check out this site. Bunco is a dice game which is basically just counting. Which makes it really easy to do drunk. It's also basically another excuse for me and my girlfriends to ditch the families and hang out together.
That's my kinda scrappin'! I'm still trying to finish JCon 05, to be followed by the Weetacons. Oy. I need drinking stickers.
Bunco is most definitely the gateway drug for Midwestern women.
I was in a great bunco group, although I did have to keep encouraging them to offer beer other than Michelob Ultra.
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