I had just a lovely day, which included fishing, something you don't hear me say every day. Now it is evening and I am waiting for Marvin to come back with burritos, which by the way irks me, because I called him at 6:00 to say I'm done fishing what's for dinner, and he said aren't we having fish and I said ha-haa in that way you say when something isn't funny, and he said, how about burritos? and I said good choice, go get them, I will be home in 50 minutes.
Then I came home at 6:50 and he said, "That was fast" and right away I was irked.
Anyway, at work I got sent to the basement, which isn't even really the basement, it is just the ground floor, but we all work on the second floor–don't ask me why–and it is cool and dark down there on the first floor and we go there when there's a tornado warning so I think of it as the basement. Anyway, I had to go down there to find every single newsletter we have ever put out, starting with our first one in 1938.
You know I love things like looking through newsletters from 1938. There was even a photo of someone at a pond that I am pretty sure is the pond near my office, where the apparently barren geese live. Oh! It was fun to find all those newsletters. I will probably not be saying so as I continue to search for 80 years' worth, but for now it's fun. I am in the middle of World War II right now. I mean, not in my mind, in the newsletters.
Then, as I alluded, we all went fishing today. My department and another department, I guess in attempts to get the other department to stop hating my department, which I didn't know they did. Nothing brings people together like murdering wildlife.
I told this, by the way, to blogger Frankie Who Can't Relax, and I would link you to her blog but she hasn't posted since February and I think she is over it and I don't want you to get attached to her like you did Miss Doxie, who I similarly sent you to and who similarly got over it.
At any rate, Frankie lives in New York, and we were on the phone at lunchtime and I told her my office was going fishing this afternoon and she said, "You mean, like, with poles?'
I do not know what New York people do for team building. Perhaps they bludgeon cab drivers together or something. I don't know.
Honestly, is he helping in the kitchen? I am starving. Where is my burrito? It's the question everyone asks at some point in their lives, isn't it?
So the fishing place was way out, as fishing places are wont to be, and it had kind of an Andy Griffith feel to it, not that I've felt him. It was lovely out there, and there were hamburgers which I would not eat because I feel sorry for cows, and also beer which I did not drink. I'm nothing but fun at a party.
I did tell my third-grade joke, however.
Who cuts the grass at Walton's Mountain? Lawn Boy.
My coworker said, "Wow. You're unplugged out here. Uncensored. Is what you are."
I think they were glad when I left.
Oh, but oh! I forgot to tell you the best part, which is that I caught a fish, which is probably not the best part for the fish, but I put him back. It was a Brim, so he was a decaffeinated fish.
And having never caught a fish before in my life, I reeled him in all wrong and somehow he got right up on me and slapped me on the arm. Which is only fair, seeing as I tricked him with a cricket, stuck a hook in his poor mouth, deprived him of his oxygen source and said, "Psych!" and threw him back.
Maybe I should stop eating fish, too. I hope I don't start feeling sorry for Sonic chili cheese dogs. Nobody point out to me that whole cows-are-in-the-chili part.
Oh, yay, Burrito Man is here. Before I go, I did want to show you this month's Better Homes and Gardens vintage calendar page. Because you know I am obsessed with that calendar.
Oh, isn't it pretty? Don't you wish they still made windows where you could just hang out them and attend to your window box? I like how her old, dead plants are still in there. Is she just gonna leave 'em in there?
I am also jamming out to her casual, flowy hairdo. Woo, with the movement, there, honey! Let your freak flag fly!
Anyway, continue to heart the calendar. Best six bucks I ever spent or whatever.