On my way home, while stopped at a red light, I looked up and saw this flock of birds perched on the power lines running across the street.
And not a cloud in the sky!
Day: December 19, 2007
Saskatchewan Beef
There are few things that gross me out more than the sound of fingernail clippers. I have two coworkers who clip their nails at work. Why? That strikes me as the sort of personal grooming that ought to be done at home. Aieee!
Also, it smells like chow mein. I mentioned it, and another coworker said it must be her–and I am not making this up–Saskatchewan beef. I said, “Your what?!” And then I realized she must’ve meant Szechuan beef.
Kill me now.
red paper boat 