NEVER JET HOT

I tell ya, I'm losing my mind. Set off for my night job, had to turn around, forgot my stupid ID badge. Like they don't know me. But those are the rules. Then I got to thinking, "Why haven't we sold any of those grab bags at That Restless Mouse? They're a great value at just $3.99! Teresa puts all kinds of stuff in those crazy bags.". As it turns out, apparently I forgot to put that item on the website. Since most of our customers are not mind readers, I reckon this accounts for the lack of sales. So, I reposted the "mystery grab bag", vowing that we would stuff them even more with great fun items. Click here to get yours today!

I think Swine Flu might be something to worry about in the fall, but statistically, for most people, not now. Although I read that Renton HS had a lot of absenteeism recently, but knowing Renton they were probably playing hookey. Or allergic to Finals. I was joking around at my other job a few weeks ago, and I told a a couple people on second shift to watch out because I thought I had swine flu, but I interrupted myself with a sneeze with a couple oinks at the end. They all picked up on that and since then whenever anyone on second shift sneezes, the others say, "OINK OINK!". One older lady says now her and her husband do that at home. I love that! Do you have any "running gags" that you do at your house? Here's one we have; Every year in Mid-December we drive around to look at Christmas lights, and whenever we spot a Nativity scene, it's a race between me and Teresa to exclaim, "What's E.T. doing in the Nativity Scene!" It's from an old Zi...

From IusedToBelieve.com; When I was about 9 or 10, I heard about the internet. I thought that when you bought things off the internet, you had a little box attached to your computer with a hole and you'd drop coins in the hole. When you'd put in enough money, they'd send whatever you bought. Sarah W She heard about the Internet when she was TEN? I heard about Woodstock when I was ten. Sigh.

I got an email from a Karen H. via Classmates.com - I was racking my brain, Karen, Karen... I used to to know this German girl named Karen in high school, she invited me to play tennis one time but I declined because I was not prepared to spend an afternoon retrieving her balls and mine. It turns out that some other Karen (probably one of those girls who had to pretend I did not exist, lest she lose control of her barely contained lust, dig?) is organizing our 30th reunion! 30 years? What, did I graduate when I was four?