So busted.

Look who I caught enjoying each other's company (if not the body heat):

Ha! Pretend you hate each other. I know the truth.

So it's Sunday, and N is working at the record store today… which means he's coming home with Bueno Y Sano. A rare, yet delightful treat. I'm already drooling over my impending bean burrito.

And yesterday was Gerard's birthday, so a big shout-out to him. We trekked through the snow up to his house in VT, which was a little scary but worth it. The snow is all melty now and I'm going to shovel our walkway in a few minutes.

On Friday, I experienced something for the first time: alcohol at work. Amazing. It felt extremely odd to have a Bass sitting on my desk at 5:00pm. Worse yet; when I walked by the operations manager's office, I felt the need to hide my beer. Should I have toweled my door, as well? Oh wait- I don't have a door. Nevermind. But you get the point.

Also on my list today: Tax preparation… I know. I live an exciting life.

Newsworthy-ish:

Come and knock on our door… adios, Don Knotts.

"The Ruby Slippers of our time"? Loved the movie, but I don't know about that. Frankly, I think that the waxing strips used in The 40 Year-Old Virgin are going to be more valuable.

From the Mailbag, Part Deux

Dear Culotte,

A girl with the name Slutskaya (her surname) is currently in second in figure skating at the Olympics . Is god trying to tell us something?

Saucy

PS. Not that I watch figure skating. Not that I dream of wearing those outfits.

Dear Saucy,

I confess that I haven’t been keeping up with the Olympics, in particular, figure skating. The misuse of the Bedazzler confuses and baffles me. I start to cry at the outrageous handling of nylon and feathers. So I don’t watch.

However, I did giggle at the last name Slutskaya. That is unfortunate. But in high school I knew a girl with the last name “Mycock,” which in my opinion, is just as bad. Who knows, maybe Slutskaya means something really cool in her native language.

But, my Saucy friend, I think that maybe God is trying to tell us something. I can’t really say for sure. I can only offer you nuggets of wisdom– if I may quote the illustrious Joan Osbourne: “What if God was one of us? Just a stranger on the bus, trying to make his way home…” Poignant, is it not?

Keep thinking, mon ami.

Love,

Culotte

PS- Your desire to wear those outfits frightens me. I can see you in a nice hunter green silk. Stay away from the sequins!