mustache march!

Employee Party for the Cellar

Ben and I were laughing because as Tomas took the photo, he spilt his drink down his shirt and didn’t notice.

In my house when you beat the eggs, you have to sing beat it as well. Ben was okay with that.

It’s become a Gogo tradition to hide easter baskets each year. This year we initiated some newbies by hiding their easter baskets in the worst possible spots and then laughing at them when they couldn’t find it.

please tell me they didn’t put it in the dishwasher…

the frustrations setting in…

My backsteps right now resemble a slip-n-slide more than steps right now. I think shoveling is too complicated a concept for my roommates, it seems to have gotten the best of us. THere is approximately 18 inches of ice on the back steps and porch rendering it a giant slide that sends you slipping directly into the hobbit back door.

For being unemployed I’ve been working more hours than any job I’ve ever had. No riding, no eating, I even dream about some of these jobs I’m doing. It’s really kind of annoying. But today I forced myself to take the day off (maybe. I still may do some work tonight.). It is after all Sunday. Someone asked if I’m feeling cooped up with working from home. The answer is yes. Definitely yes. It doesn’t help that the weather is unfit for human survival.

So apparently my friend Andrew was on an online celebrity Gossip site. Check it out,

Scroll down if you need to, this site is updated fast.

you say something like this:

“Oh my earring fell out. I need to reinstall it.”