The offering.

In the office this morning:



It's not uncommon for one of my co-workers to ask who handles a certain market, regionally.

Co-Worker: Hey Teeni, who does Dallas?
Me: Um, Debbie?
Co-Worker: Who's Debbie? Debbie. Oh! HA! (fit of laughter ensues)
Me: Ha ha, no really. I think it's Irene.

At the moment when I thought she didn't get it, my face turned an alarming shade of reddish purple and an intense meeting with HR flashed before my eyes.

But I sure am funny.

In the crowded grocery:



Leon: You know what we need?
Me (Looking at the sorority girls who were oblivious that they were blocking our cart): Um, a cattle prod?

They still didn't notice.

But I sure am funny.

The Sauce



We drank too much on Saturday and played to a sparse living room crowd, which made us feel like total killjoys.

I'm over it.

I'm so over it.