I try not to call The-Guy at work all that much, because for one I have that whole, "men should do the calling" thing and for another I figure, well...he's at work. He's probably busy. You know, working and all.
But then I realized there's a third reason why I shouldn't call, and that's because the conversations tend to follow the same pattern. They start with me asking if he's coming home soon and end with him declaring me unfit to be broadcast to the general office environment.
Yesterday we had a typical conversation:
Me - "I got a pop up Jesus at the teacher supply store! It was only fifty cents!"
The-Guy - "For school, or for home?"
Me - "NO SHUGUEE!!! DON'T EAT JESUS!!!!!!"
The-Guy - "Ok, I'm taking you off speaker phone now."
But then that very same man of mine wanted me to send him a link to the My Vagina is 8 Miles Wide song, so you just never know what's appropriate.
I thought ahead and sent it to his personal address instead of his work email. Except, I'll probably accidentally make up for that lapse in bad judgment later, when I ask him if the link worked while I'm on speakerphone.
Yeah. Anyway, back to pop up Jesus!I love it as much as my cat Sugar does. Although, I must admit that I'm suddenly aware of why depictions of God are prohibited in Judaism.
My other discovery is that maybe I got the (originally) $500 speeding ticket not because I was concentrating so hard on my failing transmission, but perhaps because I was paying too much attention to the signs whipping past my car.
For instance, shouldn't this be a career in "broadcasting", not a career in "broadcast"? I know, it's a little hard to read. But that happens when you take pictures from a moving vehicle:Should a haircut really require a leap of faith?I'm thinking if that's what's needed, I might just get my hair done someplace else. This church advertises itself as a "place to begin again". Which means, I assume, that you screwed up so badly at your old church that you had to worship somewhere else. So then if you begin again at their church but you STILL screw up, do you have to go find a new church?
Yeah. Well, anyway...I'm pretty sure it WAS my transmission that caused my speeding ticket. But if they really wanted to encourage us to pay attention to the speedometer, they'd take down all the billboards and advertisements. I, for one, am going to concentrate on learning the words to the vagina song on my drive to work today, because The Blogess says there's going to be a sing along.