After work yesterday I went out to Jersey so that Cynthia could drive me to K-Mart and I could get my Martha Stewart paint.

We went to two K-Marts and I picked my colours and I got a new set of sheets (Martha Stewart too, natch) and a pair of green plaid flannel jammies and a blue tank top with flowers and some blank video tapes and...

No paint.

At the first place they said that the paint shaker machine was busted and would be fixed the next day, and at the second place the guy cheerfully mixed up the trim colour, then found that he only had semi-gloss for the room colours, and asked me if it was okay. I, of course, have no opinions of any sort so I said "Cynthia? Do I want semi-gloss?" and she said that it would look weird with the trim being flat paint, and then the guy discovered that the paint he was trying to mix for the trim wasn't taking the colour because it was old.

Only I could go shopping for paint, spend $67 and end up without paint.

A woman I work with is Filipino and slightly goofy and we cut her a bit of slack (due to the goofiness not the fact that she is Filipino). Well, yesterday she was talking to Dave Jay, who is Jewish, about her Jewish periodontist and how good-looking he is. She said "Of all the Jews I ever meet, he is very handsome!"

It was as though she was saying to him very sweetly "See? All Jews aren't ugly!" And she really was being nice about it, which was why I laughed so hard.

So Judy was singing along with the radio the other day, and she suddenly stopped and turned to me and asked "Do you think I can sing?"

Of course she can't sing, not one little bit. But I couldn't say that, so I hemmed and hawed and she said "You know, I was in the choir at school and you had to audition for that!" I have no idea how she got into said choir, because she couldn't find the right note if it had a big arrow pointing to it, so I told her:

"You have a very, um, free approach to melody."

Saw this in somebody's sig file the other day:

Sweet Marie, she loves just me
(She also loves Maurice McGhee).
No she doesn't, she loves just me
(She also loves Louise Dupree).
No she doesn't, she loves just me
(She also loves the willow tree).
No she doesn't, she loves just me!
(Poor, poor fool, why can't you see
She can love others and still love thee.)

-Just Me, Just Me
Shel Silverstein

One year ago today:
Call me a conformist...

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