A Jar Of Pickles

My boss’ baby was finally born. Beautiful little boy, Rhett William. So very cute. With him on paternity leave I am left in charge, this allows me to sit in his chair, spin wildly and chant “i’m in charge…i’m in charge…” or so he told me in an email.
I’m apparently the go-to girl for travel dining. People are always saying “i’m going to this place…where should I eat”. That’s me, I have the answer (as long as i’ve been there). I do, however, avoid recommending the rat infested restaurant that Mark took me to (grumble grumble grumble…I don’t care how good the food was!). I wish I could remember name of the place on Lincoln in Miami Beach that I had lunch at when I was there. The BEST miso glazed salmon i have ever has. I’ve been trying to emulate the recipe ever since then. My trip to the Keys (oh, did I mention the Keys again…I DID) will also be a culinary tour. A culinary tour taken on scooters!
I’ve been messing up ‘you’re’ and ‘your’ again. It’s not that I don’t know the difference, i’m just typing it wrong.
last Friday I upgraded firefox on my computer at work. It upgraded nicely, pulled all my bookmarks and cookies over. I was happy. This morning i get to work, all of my bookmarks and cookies are gone and it won’t import my bookmarks from the previous version. Weird.
My t-rex tattoo is finally being designed. Hooray! I can’t wait to see the final result. My coworkers rule…
sometimes…they do not rule when they have this long drawn out pissing contest about how to properly install a toilet. I’m so fucking sick of this argument, i’m so fucking sick of telling them to shut the fuck up and go away. I don’t want to hear about it.
damn, I wish I had time to take the dog to the park, it’s such a beautiful day, I’m sure he’d have a great time, but alas, I’ve got dinner with the sister and the semisonic boy. I need to bring a bunch of stuff to dinner (wasabi…rolling mat…dvds…david…) I’m sure I will forget something.
blah blah blah nothing more interesting today.