How many days hath September?

There's a sale that I've been frequenting for the last few years - the last time got me quite the haul for cheap!  Anyway, the retailer recently re-branded itself and sent out an electronic flyer for their next sale and it wasn't until today when I was trying to coordinate with Txtr which day we should go that I noticed what some boob had managed to screw up on it.

I had a good chuckle and made a point to note it when I forwarded out the email to friends that may have been interested in going.  Of all of the people I'd shared it with, my Mother responded with the following:

OMG!  See... people like that still manage to get a job.  Mind you, they might have to supplement the 'job' with the 'blow' aspect. OMG!  M-O-M!!!

Seriously. My mother OMG'd herself. But she was right--I would have OMG'd her myself anyway.

It would be, wouldn't it?

As per a typical sign off on my work emails to clients, I included "If you need anything further, please do not hesitate to let me know" in my confirmation note to a client this morning.  As per a typical client, I didn't expect to receive any word back.  

But then, I got a response.  

"20 pounds of marijuana and some gold would be nice."

It's official...

...I'm a Gleek.  Big time.  I'm on episode 13 of season 1.  Two sittings, about six hours each.  And I can't stop.  I don't want to stop.  Who doesn't want to cheer for the underdog?  Underdogs?

Gawd Rachel's skirts are deceivingly short.  

Dear traffic

I hate you.
3 cars through the intersection per light? Really?!
Argh.
...

Update:
As seen on a status update:  
  "The only way I can beat traffic is if I punch it in the face."
I like it.

This past Labour Day Weekend

...was awesome. :)