Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

Random things

I need a name for these little mini-posts. Here we go:

Victor sometimes credits me for his healthier diet, but the truth is, I need to give him the credit for making us both eat better. I realize this because he's working late tonight, and while I could go ahead and make what was planned for tonight's reasonable dinner (dirty rice with ground turkey, squash, and green beans)...I am so tempted to order a steak & cheese and onion rings.

I love the cicadas. (No! really?) I am incredibly jealous of a coworker who found an albino one, and I've been scooping up the bugs that have found their way into the office and taking them back out to the trees. They (the people at work, not the cicadas) think I'm nuts. I'm hoping this filters back to my boss so I can get that Section 8.

Some people hate the cicadas and some people are frightened of them. I saw a woman walking down the sidewalk this afternoon swinging a badmiton racquet at them as they flew.

An annual rite of spring at my office is the reiteration of the dress code: no shorts. No sandals. No bare midrifts. Apparently somebody showed up at an all-hands function with a skirt too short and a top too cropped, and she's the talk of the company now. I'm guilty of bending the dress code to the breaking point on the too-casual side (it says no blue jeans, and my jeans are tan), but I wouldn't mind seeing a little less skin myself. Not that I've seen it be a huge problem at work, but as it's gotten unseasonably hot and muggy, I keep seeing men who appear to be about ten months pregnant with quadruplets baring their midrifts out on the street. Case in point: guy at a bus stop who'd hiked up his shirt so it rested on top of his giant belly, just standing there letting his gut cool in the breeze. Then there was a guy on the way into the grocery store Sunday doing the same damn thing. This is just wrong! I expressed my revulsion and horror to Victor, who finds my reaction hysterical. When I asked why fat guys will do this but I'm not seeing 22-year-olds with six-pack abs following suit, he pointed out that fit guys' shirts won't stay up.

I personally will not be going out in any tops that don't go down to at least my hips...so I think I'll order those onion rings now.

Posted by Nic at May 26, 2004 06:13 PM