Thursday, June 27, 2002

If you'd like to hear a duck quack, press 7.

Just spent the last hour in the conference room with co-workers learning about our new superduper phone system. I didn't know there was anything wrong with the old system, but I'm not the one fielding sales calls around here. Anyhoo, a couple of things from the meeting were especially memorable:

1. The trainer was a dead ringer (sorry) for Nicole Kidman.
2. It's no longer referred to as a "telephone company," it's now a "dialtone provider."
3. It's no longer referred to as "voice-mail," it's now a "communication transfer system."

Gotta go now, must pick up the Dog-Food/Poop Transfer System at the Veterinary Bill Provider that we may repair to the Climate Controlled Human/Canine Storage Tandem Facility and engage in some reckless Brain Cell Destruction slash Pasta Ingestion.
And the Lord God Hath Proclaimed the Bible Un-Biblical

It seems just a matter of time.
Watch This Space

First there was the sidelong glance
then the casual hello
he liked my looks
so he hung around a while
said some stuff that made me laugh
before you knew it
I was letting him inside
that was a while ago now and
there's this funny little pain in my tummyy
wwhoooaaahhh that was a big one and
I'm feeling this urge to push and
pretty soon we'll see this little one
my very first
blogling.