Friday, March 5, 2010


I love working with good friends just so darn much. Some days, like today, squirrelling away at the office is a pleasure. There was tons of work to be done, but someone brought in Timbits, and there was also chocolate, a few laughs, and a nice cold glass of white wine at the end of the day.

Also sometimes when you work with good friends, you don't have to travel home by yourself. Which means that when the guy just two rows ahead of you on the streetcar gets up for his stop and exposes his ENTIRE BUM to those of us behind (no pun intended, REALLY) him, you can point it out and comment to your very good friend instead of just cringing in disbelief on your own. Makes it less gross somehow.

I seriously thought that you were supposed to make sure your underpants stayed up somehow, even if your jeans are hangin' low.

1 comment:

  1. His entire bum? Really? I don't actually believe you.