Why is it that finding two matching socks in my sock drawer is such a difficult feet … er feat.
Ba dum shhh.
Freelance tax tactics
Turns out freelancers can count all kinds of things as tax deductions: rent, internet, phone bills.
I’m assuming, however, that my recently acquired coffee habit–and the corresponding coffee shop expenses–don’t count.
Rats.
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Proper attire
OK, so I’m certainly not complaining about the 70+ degree days we’ve been having (and, according to the weatherman/woman, will continue to have) here in Boulder.
It’s just that my coworker and I picked a lousy time to have our “Fuzzy Outfit Contest,” wherein we see for how many consecutive days we can wear a different fuzzy, fleecy, cozy piece of clothing.
Alas, the bike ride to work is getting toasty!
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Mike and fire (again)
Mike was just sitting behind me with one of those quick lighter things.
“Whoa!” he says.
Worried that he’d just attempted to light me on fire, I whip around. Turns out I was safe.
But about 47 of his arm hairs didn’t survive the torch.
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Snack happy
I’m making good use of the great natural lighting homemade table over at Mike’s house this afternoon, even though he’s still at work.
Just decided I was hungry, so I went to his cabinet and grabbed the fake (aka generic) Wheat Thins. And I finished them … granted there were only four and a half crackers in there, not including crumbs.
Not sure yet what the repercussions will be. On principle, I violated one of the key statutes of an open-door policy. In reality, I only ate four and a half crackers.
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My pyro boyfriend
Mike: Those dead flowers look nice.
Courtney: Yeah.
Mike: I’m going to light them on fire.