Live from the Home Office

There’s been some problems in the workplace.  I’ve undertaken a big labor intensive project in conjunction with my mom’s upcoming 65th birthday that has kept me up till 2 am and will probably do so for the next 3 days. Plus I’m being forced to take Spanish classes. And hounded to write a blog post.

I argue, “This is why it’s a joint blog, write something yourself.”

W argues, “But you’re funnier.”

Which is true, but I’m exhausted, and I have a focus group to attend in an hour.   Oh, and he wants to discuss the blog format. I argue, why don’t you start writing things before worrying about format. Man, that guy has management written all over him.

Where is HR, I want to submit a formal complaint.

— iPod
— laptop
— PA Dutch guide book, which parents just happened to have lying around of course
— list of Cleveland restaurants featured on “diners, drive thrus and dives”
— list of medical ailments to get checked out (friend we’re visiting is a dr, albeit a radiologist)

Of course we forgot the aerobed and pillows. And my makeup. Eh, it’s Cleveland.

Right about now realizing we wasted a dog sitting credit. And that we could have left tomorrow. Aren’t there 3 day deals to Jamaica? Doh!

This pic just sums up a road trip to Cleveland doesn’t it

The home office is dropping off the interns at Grandma’s house and hitting the road. We’ll have a special guest, Artie Lange’s audiobook, and some beef jerkey on this good old fashioned road trip to Cleveland.

Beyond the Rock and Roll HOF, Lebron James and that my friend now lives there, I know very little about Cleveland.

On the way we may detour to Pennsylvania Dutch country. H has not stopped talking about making pretzels, seeing beet farms and interacting with “real live Amish people”. *

I am personally looking forward to deep fried brussel sprouts.

*H spent many a summer family vacation in Lancaster, PA and keeps regaling me with tales from Dutch Country. I have a feeling the “good food” and “awesome fun” that she is getting giddy about might be a tad bit disappointing 25 years later.

We’ve come to realize that in addition to being a bully, our Puppy may also be a doggie bigot. It’s a bit embarrassing

if you look like this and you see a pretty red dog walking your way in Prospect Park, you should make a u-turn immediately!

Apparantly, our Puppy’s got serious beef with fluffy white dogs and LabraDoodles.

Live from bed:

Will: “I forgot to tell you… I hope it was dog poop, and not human poop, but…”

Hollie: “Wow, any sentence that begins with that is not going to end well”