Bad news: Haven't blogged in weeks.
Good news: No one reads the blog in April, I've noticed. I probably could have gone till May till someone said something to me.
Bad news: Baltimore is self-destructing.
Good news: Lots of time with Smidgen.
Good news: My sister is coming to visit this summer!
Bad news: So much to do to my house before she and her wife come. I finally talked to her today and found myself saying, "Listen, you're just going to have to deal with the fact that I have a toilet that occasionally rocks!! I can't afford a new toilet right now, okay!?"
Sooooo if you wanted to come over and help me paint or do yard work, I would not object.
Good news: my colleagues are really used to my shenanigans.
I was mad at one of my colleagues, but it wasn't for a few days after whatever initially upset me that I actually saw him again, and by then, I couldn't remember why I was mad, just that I was supposed to be mad. This is my attempt at holding a grudge.
So something was wrong in one of our systems, so I went to call in my folks to help, when...
From: Scotty
To: Veronica
Subject: All fixed...
From: Veronica
To: Scotty
Subject: RE: All fixed...
Oh. Okay I’ll call off the troops. Thanks and sorry a little.
From: Scotty
To: Veronica
Subject: RE: All fixed...
Just a little?
From: Veronica
To: Scotty
Subject: RE: All fixed...
Yes because I was mad at you but this might have cancelled it out just now. Maybe.
From: Scotty
To: Veronica
Subject: RE: All fixed...
You can't even remember why you were mad?
From: Veronica
To: Scotty
Subject: RE: All fixed...
Not really but it’s one of those things like women and childbirth – you block out the really painful part, but you know that you still mad, bro
From: Scotty
To: Veronica
Subject: RE: All fixed...
I love how you mentioned women and childbirth but still finished strong with “bro”
It's good.
I love other people telling me about funny things I've done, because I can never remember them. I'm even chuckling at that email convo I had, and I'm glad I remembered to write about it.
The other day, Sara came up to me asking me to elaborate a Post-It note I had written. I had given her a mug, because I take my tea very seriously, and she doesn't keep a real mug at work. How am I supposed to share my passion for tea with someone who is ill-prepared? Seriously, check out my tea department:
All sorts of teas, loose and bagged and in sachets. Herbal, fruit, black, British, you name it.
Then there is my honey collection, which is not pictured.
So I got her a birdy mug like she likes, and apparently wrote this post it note:
She came over and said, "Excuse me - could you please elaborate which feelings, exactly, were implied here?" I thought it was very funny. I had totally forgotten about the entire thing, so it really cracked me up.
I spend about 2 hours of each day just laughing, and about 80% of that is at myself, or things I forgot that I did. Or my Timehops.
The other day, a meeting reminder went off on my computer. When I opened it, it said that the (actually important) meeting was taking place on the 16th floor, and then below, in the appointment, I wrote to everyone, "Unless you are afraid of heights, in which case we'll just meet in John's office."
That may seem not funny to you right now, but when I'm really focused, and in work-mode, things like that just totally throw me off and make me laugh.
Side-Eyeing Chloe
If I have not held an entire conversation with you via meme, then you do not hang out with me enough. Anyone who actually knows me knows that most of my day-to-day life can be illustrated via a series of memes. Kake and I will hold entire wordless conversation with just memes.
Side-Eyeing Chloe is one of my spirit animals. Click here to get the full story.
I use Chloe for so many situations. Just this evening, I received a text message telling me that I was being impatient (because I did not receive an immediate response to my question) and that I was "just going to have to wait," which received a big Chloe in response.
The funny thing is, two out of three people who don't know Chloe actually think that it is a picture of me as a kid. That's how similar we look.
It cracks me up when people call out Chloe, either by giving me a good one, or calling me out on one. When Sue was telling me that Larry is planning a road trip to Oklahoma, apparently I gave her a perfect Chloe.
This whole week's Baltimore situation has just been one big Side-Eyeing Chloe.