This morning, I arrived at work to be met with a DVD of said film. Because I work with really cool people. I don't often blog about work or friends. Mostly because I don't wanted to get dooced.* Which apparently means "getting fired for something you've written on your blog." Oh, the stories I could tell....But I do go to work. And I do have friends. Shocking, I know.
So, thanks, Kathleen. You're the Kate Hepburn of closed captioning. And will be recruited to write the comic-book version of this blog one day.
And while I'm in the mood to acknowledge coworkers, check out this gorgeous necklace.
This was my birthday gift last year. Made by Sarah. Check out her fabulous Etsy shop. And then buy stuff. Lots of it. Or all of it.Oh, and if you're a coworker who feels excluded by your lack of mention in this post, you should blog. Or lend me movies. Or make me things. And I might acknowledge/link to you too. Maybe.
*Dooce.com is my newest blogstalking obsession. Thanks, Beth.
A blogroll will show up on on her toes shortly. Pinky swear.
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I approve of this post since contains no pictures of a half-naked Kelsey Grammer.
Um, and that should read "it contains." See? The image so haunts my brain I can't type properly.
It's not for lack of trying. Believe me.
Apparently, no one posted a screen shot online.
Perhaps because no one could look at the screen long enough to capture such an image....
Found it.
My apologies to all who click on the above link. But I know you will. Curiosity kills. Or in this case, BLINDS.
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