dynamic elf

This morning, as I walked by the construction in the other half of my office building, they were blasting the Postal Service. I had to listen closely to hear it over the power drills and the banging, but there it was. I could hear it through the walls in the bathroom; I sang along in my stall, quietly.

The friendly cheese lady took a slice of the cheese I was sampling for herself. "I think that this is a cheese you can eat any time. I like in the morning, with lunch, at night... I'm just a little mouse." The cheese itself is flavored with truffle, and has an edible cinnamon/nutmeg rind.

Upper management type: "Molly, I want you to know that whatever else happens with your account, I'm really impressed with all of the work you've done for them. I don't know if my opinion counts for anything, but I thought you should know."

Bridgestone designed and donated an artificial fin to a Japanese dolphin who had had three-quarters of her tail amputated. Now she can jump again.

Drinking a glass of milk does not make me hurl, even when it's whole milk. I have high hopes for the four fancy cheeses I gleefully bought today.

Whole Foods' organic Creamy Butternut Squash soup heated up in an office coffee cup and sipped languidly: rich, thick, decadent.

I finished that work I'd been putting off for three weeks: I am ten pounds lighter in the head.

Yesterday, the workmen played "You Shook Me All Night Long".

My boss loves the leopard print shoes.

It is amare's birthday today!

The hacking death is receding.

I love NyQuil.

Thanks.