I’m back, and so is the tiniest sprinter. We survived the funeral, had a little brother/sister bonding time, and he has since returned to Portland.
Sam, amusingly enough, used his return post to write about the time he pooped in his pants in a restaurant in Las Vegas. I am not kidding. I wish I were, but I’m not. I have no stories to rival that one.
Instead, dear reader, I was going to tell you about my Halloween costume…. but that’s boring.
Seriously, since reading the poop story, I feel that I am unable to compete. The only thing I can offer is this IM string that was waiting for me when I recently returned to my desk:
1:49 tell the truth
1:49 were you ever an exotic dancer?
1:51 silence means yes
1:58 Was your name Trixie….it was wasn’t it.
That’s all I got. I’ll be better, promise.
P.S. The Amp Up Before You Score app was removed from the app store. I’m pretty sure it was because of my post.