Last week, I needed a space heater for my desk since the average office temp is sub-zero. So I said, "Nancy, can I get a space heater?!!!?"
She looked around confused, then got up (slowly) and went to her secret locked supply room.
Seven minutes later she came back with a box of kleenex and said "here you go, sweetie."
Also? She eats green peppers all day at her desk and then she farts. Oh yes, she does.
I don't think she realizes how loud her gas is since she can't hear, but wow.
I miss the beach. Denver has lovely mountains . . . but I want the beach back.
2008-04-15 at 10:58 a.m.