Kinda Thankful

I've been meaning to update you on a recent move. If you've been a faithful reader of Seven-minute Icing for some time, you probably remember the post "The Office". To recap, this post was about my unfortunate office placement in the building - directly across the hall from both restrooms. Well, something has happened.

I'VE MOVED!

I moved offices a while back. I am now on the 1 1/2 floor - all by myself. It's the greatest thing in the world. I'm the only office in the entire building that has a window, and this window is huge! My desk sits directly in front of it. The sun fills the office in the morning. I can also watch people driving up and down Long Ave. I thought that was going to be a real annoyance, but it's been just the opposite. I am near no one. Absolutely no one. To get to my office, you have to walk to the back of the building, up 24 marble steps and down a long marble hallway. I keep saying marble not to sound impressive, but to say I always know when someone is coming.

Gone are the days when I hear restroom noises. Gone are the days when I fall prey to Chatty Cathy or Gossiping Gloria (although I do kinda like it when she comes around - ha.). No more weather talk, talk of the election or the constant questions about what Celie is doing. Nope, I'm all alone in my little nest. Everyone keeps saying, "but you're all alone up there...do you like it?" I say to them, "uhhhhh, yeah, I love it actually."

People probably forget I'm here half the time. The only downfall.....the restrooms! I guess they're going to be the thorn in my side as long as I office in this building. Now, it's a bit of a trek to get to them. I can't just be-bop across the hall and be back in 30 seconds. Now I actually have to set aside time to go and come back.

That's ok though. I'd rather walk a few extra feet per day than hear the melodic tunes of someone having a blow-out.

I'm thankful for my new office!

Thankful for __________.

Today, I am thankful for

Senses of Humor

I tend to surround myself with people who have pretty intense senses of humor. I like them all: the dry, the slapstick, the bitter, the quirky.....all of them. I get a kick out of people who can use humor in their words. Sometimes I can just laugh at the way people phrase things. They may not even be trying to make me laugh, but they do.

Sarah has a very good sense of humor - which is a good thing since she falls prey to many of the butts of my jokes/antics/pranks. I get the biggest kick from Sarah because at times she can be the most ridiculous person I know and I have no choice except to laugh at her. For example, you may have read about Sarah's ingrown toenail (I never knew I hated that word so much until I had to type it). I am no surgeon. I am no Dr. I am not fascinated by the health care industry or biology. With that said, Sarah wanted me to help her with this toenail issue. I have lived with ingrowns my entire life and it's not a nice picture, my feet are, but this issue is not.

So as Sarah sits atop the vanity of our bathroom, I warn her that the next step could be painful. Her reaction was not only confusing to me, but borderline hysterical. I mean, I didn't say to her, "I'm sorry, but someone is here to take Celie away from us forever" or "I hate to tell you this but I was involved in a drug deal and now I'm going to jail" or "All of your relatives were just killed in a car accident while they were in a caravan to the Grand Canyon." Nope - nothing like that, but her reaction was the same.

She begins shaking, sobbing and doing the ugly cry. You know the ugly cry, when your lips get all swollen and you have to only breathe from your nose because your lips are so tightly puckered, but that to is complicated because your sinus cavities have just released a river of nasal moisture and when you open your mouth finally, all that comes out is a very high-pitched tone that fluctuates going sharp to flat? Yeah, that's what happened.

I was so very confused. Drool was seeping out of the side of her mouth, snot coming out of her nose, her face was as brilliantly red as a freshly polished apple and all she could do was make this strange sound that mimicked the sounds of whales under water.

I say to her, "what is wrong with you???" She says to me, "It hurts."

That's it....."it hurts." I mean, I've had these things my entire life and I've never been driven to "it's the end of the world as we know it" kind of crying. I started laughing because it was the most flamboyant performance I've ever witnessed....and that's saying a lot because I watch The Real Housewives of Atlanta. She was completely out of control and on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

By this point, I'm laughing so hard that I think I tee-tee'd on myself a little bit. I gain composure and request that Sarah do the same. Once she becomes moderately coherent, I have no choice but to begin talking about how her toe could get gangrene and fall off - (I couldn't resist). Then the wailing begins all over again.

I say all this to say that Sarah has a great sense of humor and there's no one on earth who is more fun to harass, pick on, joke with, laugh at/with, prank, scare or even trick than her. My mother is tied with my grandmother for second place in this category - that's an ENTIRELY different post.

Laugh today - (preferably at someone you love!)