Boob Sweat, Ferguson and Local Celebrities

I'm going to go ahead and say it, it's too damned hot. I know, it's hot everywhere else in the free world and not everyone has the benefit of air conditioning and I shouldn't complain. But jumpin Jahosaphat. There ain't no damned sense in this heat. I'm going to have to break out the Goldbond powder soon, this kind of flesh baking leads to chafing of the more sensitive girly bits of those of us who are more erm.. rubinesque in form. I won't even go into the break-outs that result from extreme under-boob sweat. It ain't easy having bodacious tattas in the south in July.

The atmosphere in and around the cubicle asylum was more relaxed today. I've adopted a "stay at your desk and hush" philosophy. Getting in trouble for my mouth isn't a new development, I think it started in the first grade. I spent many a recess sitting inside writing "I will not talk in class" or "I will not talk back to my teacher" five hundred times. It's pretty much escalated from there. I suffer from terminal smartassedness (spell check is going to LOVE that one.)

Craig Ferguson has a local celebrity booked on his show tonight. I may have to stay up and watch instead of waiting until tomorrow morning. I can just see ya'll skipping around the internet, figuring out where I live, but when I say local, I don't mean she lives in Frog Pond Holler. Everyone around here has a story about meeting her or seeing her at the mall or their kids' ball games. I've never seen her out and about, but if I did, I'd probably just hide behind a trash can or a Coke machine, much like I did when Craig Ferguson crossed my path in Las Vegas, not once, but TWICE. (If you missed that story, you can read it here.)

I'm such a social retard.

Anyway, I've got a ton of laundry to do, so I'll talk to ya'll soon :)

Later Taters!