Blonde Story Short

So many anecdotes, so little time. My deepest apologies. I'm sure your life choices and philosophies depend on these short stories. I'll try a little harder. For the ten minute block I have (that of course continues to be interrupted, leading me to immediately minimize this screen-remember that quick reflexes are important to survival) I will share with you a secret power we all possess. It's called the power of song. What? Yes... One of my favorite people (who keeps me on my toes, and one-ups just about every story I have to tell; fave in many ways) boldly shared the following: "Every time you wear those boots I think you should be on a motorcycle." Internal: Um...okay. That's not exactly what I was going for (for the past 2 years that I've been wearing this particular pair!) External: Begin singing. I literally began singing. Don't ever underestimate the sweet sound of an alto. Result: laughter. Who can continue acting smug while they're laugh...

Welcome to a segment I like to call Are you kidding me? Sometimes, Are you FREAKING kidding me is actually more appropriate. Just depends on the day and matter at hand. I used to experience many, many AYKM's in my personal life...they've mostly evolved into more work-related scenarios. Although I haven't been in my current position (not upright in an Ergonomic chair, but current occupation rather) for all that long, I have been here long enough to make the following snide question pretty...snide. When a certain student came into my office trying to get away with something (typical) she put her best foot forward with a prompt insult. "Hi...Sara right?" You can insert your name and repeat the question (which really isn't a question) if it'll provide you a more vivid picture. Did I mention there was a French accent involved? Yea. Whole 'nother level right? While I snootily laughed and confirmed my name, I felt the desire for a bit of a stronger reacti...