Today was a sad day. My favorite Golden Girl passed away.

Goodbye Estelle.

I have to post this, just in case you don’t spend time at the Doocery.

Because seriously. Two things:
1. If I am ever in a bad mood there are two things that will ALWAYS get me to laugh. This clip or the “Fat guy in a little coat.”

2. At 2 pm almost EVERY DAY I want to scream this at my desk. I think this would drive the people in the cubicles around me crazy, I will get more cookies hand delivered to my cube, and it would totally liven up my day.

I might have to use this video as a friend barometer. If you think this is funny, you can be my friend. If you don’t think it is funny, I will have to do some serious considering.

So I pass about three to four blind people with seeing eye dogs every day. And there is this one lady who always has a bag of poop in her hand. I am assuming that sometime before I see her, her dog poops and she picks it up. My question is, how does she find it? AND. If a blind person can manage to pick up her dog’s poop, why can’t the people who aren’t vision impaired do the same?!!?!?!?!?

So this morning I went to the AT&T store to inquire about the new iPhone. The line, as to be expected, was long. I saw one of my new upstairs neighbors in line. It was nice to have someone to chat with while I waited. I ultimately decided to forget it and come back to work. I gave my neighbor my cell number so we could text about her experience. Turns out that they ran out of phones two people ahead of her!

When did I become such a tech junkie? The best part is that I am not even sure I want one…