Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.


Oh, sure...

So yes, my office is moving*.

Into my house.

*Not if my family has anything to say about it.

More details to follow.


Blogger parcequilfaut said...

Dude, you need to RUN.

Come to Nashville and work for the Network before you let that happen. They'll give you your insurance on day 13 of training.
Or turn tricks in the street. With your crazyass bosslady, that'd be preferable to you home-officing the Little Nonprofit of Crazy, formerly the Cabana of Crazy.
You might want to also find the nearest legal documents service and send her something about your insurance, just for file...not quite calling your lawyer, but technically her verbal contract is binding, and you can back up on disk things like the fact that she had it in her Palm Pilot, etcetera.

/lawyerly ET...go see my new post.

7:00 PM  
Blogger Steph said...

OMG Sauce, let's move to nashville! count me in! ohh ohh i want a cowboy!!!!!

12:06 AM  
Blogger parcequilfaut said...

Stephranger & Sauce in the 'Vegas would make me so happy I could cry. And there are cowboys to choose from, but most of them are struggling country music artists...I'll point you in the direction of the proper bars near Printer's Alley if you'll do the Cartman If you Give A Pig A Pancake.....

12:56 AM  

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