It’s like I only come into the office to hang out and snack these days. I’m getting little real work done, but I am certainly blowing my diet to bits. Some of the stuff that has arrived: bagels, fudge, a big cake, a huge canister of popcorn, a fruit basket, various miniature chocolates, and a tin of chocolate-toffee-covered pretzels.
And we had a big old party last Friday for the holidays and to celebrate my 10th year working here.
Ten years? Yikes. It must be because of the food.
Sometimes these little snippets in the Washington Post’s Animal Watch are priceless: 24TH STREET NE, 3100 block, Sept. 18. A woman saw a squirrel in her house, but it disappeared. When she noticed a lump under her [more...]
The Thing: West Wing reunion! Yes, it’s a political ad, but totally worth it.
It’s about time for the second of my monthly podcasts — even though the thrill has completely worn off for me already. Jann sent me a neat headset microphone thing, so quality should be better… at [more...]
