Heard at the office
“Let’s hope Bush’s parachute jump goes well, or we might get next Friday off, too.”
“Let’s hope Bush’s parachute jump goes well, or we might get next Friday off, too.”
Crap. Phone call. My wife’s dad diagnosed with cancer (he’s been sick but tests take fucking forever). Starts chemo tomorrow. It’s bad. He’s almost 80. Now I just have to wait till late when my wife gets home to tell her the news.
I’ve been in desperate need of a good laugh lately, and along with Manicgurl’s dislike for early morning meetings; I find this, courtesy of Wonkette (as an aside, is it just me or are they trying to make Reagan into the next Lady Di? “reagan at funeral home” “reagan in the hearse” “closing the door […]