The weather here in Seattle has been quite nice the last few days. Our high today was 72, although all the sunshine made it seem a little warmer. That doesn’t really explain why the air conditioning at my place of work is cranked up to “ARCTIC BLAST”, though. I’m actually freezing my ass off as I type this, because I was foolish enough to dress for the weather and not for the building. Some day, I will learn. Provided the ice weasels don’t get me first.
In the meantime, though, let me point you toward the fabulous contest we’re having over at #1HS. It makes the lottery look like a game of “spin the bottle” with your cousin and that sickly kid from down the street whose idea of a snack is to peel and eat a stick of butter as if it were a banana. But then, you already knew that, since you visit the site religiously. Right?
Them ice weasels ain't shit. Just wave a three-sizes-too-large sweater borrowed from an absent coworker at them and watch the little bastards cower.
Posted by: Joolie | July 02, 2005 at 01:24 AM
I don't think they make sweaters three sizes larger than I am. Well, they do, but they're usually called "tents".
Posted by: bmarkey | July 02, 2005 at 02:15 AM