I write to you from the top of a garbage can floating down I-285.
Seriously, yes, flooding of BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS down here in the Dirrrty South. Which to me? Signifies that we must be PURGED.
WE MUST BE CLEANSED. I NEED TO BE LAUNDERED.
Anyway, all is well at MAH house....but where all is not well?
You guys? For serious? This is NOT ok. All I can picture is like fluffy bunny heads floating in a raging river of FarmAnimalDeath.
So all Goat Lovers please cross you fingers and toes that the mine and BoyKing's goat is warm and dry somewhere.
Speaking of BoyKing...(and when am I NOT) I totally went to go see him in his debut at AlmaMater last night! His EPIC THREE LINE DEBUT. And lemme just tell you? Boy OWNED those three lines. He delivered them in a NY accent ESPECIALLY for me. Apparently he said he also grew "New York Scruff" on his face...but um...let's just say, Johnny Depp can't grow a beard either.
Anyway, I was SO proud of him, and the rest of the cast, who did a GREAT job.
OMG! OMGOMGOMG! I cannot BELIEVE I forgot to tell you guys this?!?!
So, like the other day at the Library of Hellish Nightmares? This guy comes up to the RefDesk to ask for assistance getting on a computer. And I'm all:
Me: Sure. Do you have your library card?
NotOKEVERDude: Yes. (hands me card) You have a hair...um...on your...
Me: Oh, thanks.
NotOKEVERDude: (gesturing toward my boobs) It's right there...um...on your...
Me: (looking for hair) Ok...um...I'll get it.
NotOKEVERDUDE: NO! It's right...
AND THEN HE REACHED OVER THE DESK AND TRIED TO TOUCH MY BOOB.
He even got as far as ACTUALLY touching the little ruffle on my v-neck dress (WHICH I will NEVER EVER BE WEARING TO WORK AGAIN)
And I was like WHOAH DUDE. I got the fucking HAIR thanks.
Like really? REALLY!?!!
This. Is what I have been reduced to. Now, I am thwacking wayward hands away from my chest.