I can sleep again! OBAMA is the nom, and Husband and I are officially a house divided. More importantly? It's time to make OBAMA t-shirts! Here are some I have in mind that I'm pretty excited about:
1. Barack's How I Roll
2. Barack the Vote
3. He Will Barack You
4. Barack My World
5. Holla at yo' mamma, vote for Obama
And my personal favorite,
6. Can you SMELL what Barack is COOKIN'?
It's a little thing I like to call change, people. With a slap dash of hope on the side. Seasoned with awesome.
Ok! Funny library story time!
So yesterday, as per usual, I am parked at the RefDesk, and this very tall red-headed dude in a suit approaches. He has a list of books he'd like me to request for him, and he begins telling me about them with a British accent....a British accent which he very quickly falls out of only to expose the fact that he is in now WAY British.
I did not know how to react. I mean, dude was just PRETENDING to be British and failed EPICALLY. He tried frantically to recover by saying, in a bad Dick Van Dike ala Mary Poppins voice,
NotBrit: I do voices, I do!
Me: Um. Yeah. Me too.
NotBrit: Cheerio! Chim-Chiminy! And other British Colloquialisms!
Ok. He didn't say that last part, but I swear he said "Chim-Chiminy." And I'm like...seriously dude, there is NO WAY to recover from this. We're just going to have to get through it.
I mean really? That is some fucked up crazy SHIT! Who DOES that?!?! I mean...ok, I have done that. Actually. But like...not by myself at the library.
My new co-worker has decided that that's the scariest thing she's ever heard of happening at the RefDesk.
Oh. Sweet, innocent thing. She knows not of CrAndy. Creepy psuedo-British people are NOTHING compared to the things I have seen.
The things I have SEEN!