15-Feb-2006

I used to think I'd be one of those perky gals hoofing it across the lot, a smile for everyone they met as they politely but briskly performed whatever task it was they'd been sent to perform.  I would be thankful for the fresh air, the sunshine, the ability to stretch my legs and get my heart rate up, like those women who work in office parks and change into sneakers to exercise during their lunch hour.  But no more.  For I have discovered... the golf cart.  It's sleek, it's red, it sports our logo in the righthand corner of the windshield.  And nothing makes it hotter than me sitting behind the wheel, laid back, sippin' on Diet Coke while chatting on my cell. 

In other news, my dad called me yesterday after emailing me an (admittedly) funny joke he'd written. 

Dad:  Did you get my joke?

Me:  What joke?

Dad:  My joke.  The one I emailed you?

Me:  (impressed) You wrote that joke?

Dad:  Yep.  Just came to me. 

Me:  Nice job.

Dad:  So I was wondering, could you get it to Leno?

Me:  Uh... I don't know him.

Dad:  But you work in the same industry.  You probably know someone who knows him.  Isn't that how things get done out there?

He's got a point.