Soul Sister... hey... everything is gonna be alright
This morning I rolled into work in my car as I was running a little behind. I usually walk. My parking stall is occupied by a father and son in an SUV having a heart to heart. Cute. I reclaim my spot, and rush into my departments friday morning meeting. I grab a muffin to fill my empty stomach, and I spot something on the other end of the table. A huge ziploc bag of pepperoni sticks. My mind stutters for a second... is Lisa here? Nope, but apparently her soul mate is in my department. Hmmm greasy sausage sticks for breakfast (flash back to aisy's birthday).
posted by ngharker at 2/10/2006 07:35:00 p.m.
4 Comments:
Perhaps they were separated at birth! This reunion sounds like a job for Maury Povich. I'll give him a call (I've got him on speed dial.)
February 13, 2006 10:44 a.m.
Maury makes Connie feel good about herself. Like on his show, when he gives poor, ugly, trashy people makeovers, and then they feel good about themselves. It's just like that. Who wouldn't want a man with that delicate balance of power and sensitivity?
February 13, 2006 3:42 p.m.
anonymous, i'm with you... sometimes it's a bizarro world.
February 13, 2006 10:50 p.m.
Greasy? Sausage? Sticks? I'm failing to see which word wouldn't be included in the description of a well balanced breakfast. And by balanced I mean delicious.
February 14, 2006 10:05 a.m.
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