New music (to me)

I'm hooked and there's no turning back now. I heard Mumford & Sons perform on the Grammys and I was riveted by their rhythm, their energy. So I've been exploring their musical stylings (thanks, YouTube!) and hooooo boy.

The Cave - the song that drew me in.




After the Storm




Roll Away Your Stone, plus an awesome video. Only posting three took real restraint on my part.



What, I didn't mention there are banjos? Prepare yourselves, people.

Has anyone ever loved a bed this much?

Jake! Look at this, buddy! A new bed!! Try it out and pretend you're asleep.

He defies me

I told him "out."

But give him an inch ...

he takes a mile.

What? Where?

Fifi knows we're taking a photo, that she's a part of it, and where the camera is (in fact, there were no other cameras). Not sure what transpired here. lol.


Oh, and Tram got married! :)

What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea?*

Yesterday at work, we had an associates' meeting during lunch. I emailed my friend during the meeting and asked if she wanted lunch. She said yes, so after the meeting ended, I made a plate of pizza and salad. (As a sidenote, CPK hilariously messed up the order and we had 14 bacon pizzas. There was like one BBQ chicken. lol.)

As I was making the plate, a partner came in behind me for the leftovers and we started chatting. He motioned for me to go to his office and I was like, "sure, let me put this food down first." And he said, "let's just go eat in my office." At this point, I suppose I could have said something about it not being my food, but I didn't, so he said, "actually let's eat in here." Um. UMMMM ... now it's weird for me to say it because I've essentially been pretending it's mine and now I have to eat a second lunch.

So that's what happened. He ate and I managed to only eat the salad, but now I wonder if he thinks I'm weird because I didn't eat the pizza. Well, I think I'm weird bc I ate two lunches.

*Probably the only Lord of the Rings quote in this blog. Don't be impressed/alienated (depending on who you are), I had to Google it.

Framed!

Last night, I was standing outside a Thai restaurant, waiting for a friend. Inside, next to the window, sat a group of monks, enjoying their dinner. Ahead, a group of hoodlums, bearing down upon us.

As they approached, I heard them chattering loudly about knocking at a window and making rude noises. Sure enough, as they passed the window, one of them did just that. All the monks looked up. At me. The hoodlums kept walking; by now, out of sight.

(Guys! No! I swear!)

This reminded me of an incident a couple of years ago:

I took my dogs to the vet and was waiting outside the office. A man walked toward us with his dog. Dog poops on the sidewalk. Man keeps walking. Minutes later, woman comes out of her store, and sees pile of poop. Before cleaning it up herself, she looks at me, holding the leashes of two dogs, not far from the poop, and puts two and two together.

(But! But! No!)

Why don't we go for a swim?

Sometimes work is SO SO INTERESTING. Like today.

Outside my office, this afternoon:


Do you think the ride was free?