last week at work, one of the newbies was looking for some drywall mud. i escorted her to the appropriate area & suggested she open the bucket & make sure it wasn't all dried out since it was leftover from a job 6 months ago. i then went about my business elsewhere, noticing from afar that it sure was taking her a long time to choose a bucket of mud. a short time later, she came & told me she'd driven into the garage door & it was broken... yikes! (this door is my nemesis. you may remember from an insomnia inspired post from Oct '07.) the following day, she told me the first bucket she opened was full of poop... old, smelly human poop.
also last week, dan woke me up in the middle of the night whine-yelling, "do we have a cat?!?!" it freaked me out & i thought a cat had somehow gotten into our apartment & our bedroom. then i went back to sleep.
the end.
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