I don't understand the sexy here

Is the boyfriend sexy? Are you the sexy one? Isn't that a lot of pressure on one slouchy pair of overpriced jeans?

So many questions. 

Personal victory, months in the making

I realized this week that I've been walking around with a smile on my face and that I'm generally content.

And I haven't felt this way in a long, long time.

It's a Good Friday, indeed.

Best dollar I've spent in a long, long time

It's DOUGHBOT, the app that finds all available donuts within walking distance of where you are at any given moment.

Where have you been all my life??

It gives you a list, but there's SO MUCH MORE.

It gives you a map of donuts in your area.

It provides Yelp reviews and contact info.

It maps out your walking distance.

And it's adorable and pink and I am hap-hap-happy that I now have all of this information at my fingertips.

And you can rarely buy a little happiness for a dollar these days.

Weedy chuckle

At a beer and pickle event on Sunday, I met some new folks.

One was a vocal weed proponent (there's no need for the loudness now, but old habits die hard). He told me he'd had his medical card for years.

I asked him if it was for "glaucoma" (which has been a running joke in Denver).

And his response amused me:

"No, it's not for glaucoma. I don't have glaucoma. Do you want to know why? Because I've been pretreating since I was 14 years old."

:)

Seems a little edgy

For Hobby Lobby, doncha think?

They also cater to foot fetishists now. 

This is the kind of thing I find on the floor here in the office

What do you find at your office?

Very funny, Denver

Looks like a glorious week! 

Screw you, Sunday. 

Dampener

I had to look up a word for possible trademarks on the government trademark database.

The word was HYDRAGEL.

The product I was looking for wasn't there, but I did find this.

And the mind reels on so many levels.

A moment of sweetness

Yesterday, I got a call from one of our Executive VPs asking me to proofread an email before he sent it. I told him to send it on over.

When I got around to opening it up, my heart smiled a little bit.

It was a letter to the shoeshine company at Denver International Airport. He travels a lot, and when he goes to DIA, he stops for a shoeshine.

Last time he was there, he discovered that one of his favorite shoeshine men wasn't there anymore.

The email was an unsolicited attempt to get that man's job back because he had brightened so many days of weary travel for so many.

It was a gesture of kindness that I really needed to see yesterday. 

Walk into a public restroom, see this, and...

Walk out again as fast as you can.

Because, quite obviously, some sort of crime (biological or otherwise) just went down in there.