Deputy Soda Sheriff

I'm 30. I'm often told I look a lot younger, though, and it happened to me recently here at the office. Some woman who was meeting with my director commented on it when he introduced me as a Senior Site Developer - "You look so young!"

I gave my usual reassurance, "No, I'm grown-up. Really."

Only when I got back to my office did I remember that I was wearing a paper badge that said "Deputy Soda Sheriff" scotch-taped to my t-shirt.

Oatmeal.

If eating oatmeal out of a coffee cup with a fork, then feeling it dribble down one's chin while talking to one's boss is glamorous, then I think I qualify.

The Poop Fairy

There have been numerous cat-poop-discovered-in-inappropriate-locations-type events at my house. Lots of cats means lots of poop. Things happen. No shocker there.

Alas, these incidents have been increasing in both frequency and severity as the feline multitudes haul their increasingly manky and malicious asses into their Golden Years.

Last night's event, however, reached a new pinnacle of spitefulness. Upon returning home from a relaxing evening of pizza eating and Design on a Dime viewing at The Trainable's house, I was preparing to settle into bed for a bit of reading.

When I pulled back the covers and started getting situated, I was delighted to find a lovely little surprise from The Poop Fairy.

Cat poop. In my bed. Under my pillow. Awesome.

The Birth of My Glamorous Adult Lifestyle

Inspired by countless hilarious tales of embarassment, disappointment, malaise, and woe... My Glamorous Adult Lifestyle is born.

Ladies, post away.