i'll show you mine if you show me yours

Sometimes I wish I could use this blog as a forum to vent about specific co-worker situations.

(I mean, I've semi-done that once, awhile back.)

(I'll be honest: it felt amazingspice.)

But, I am kind of hesitant to push the boundaries. In this economy, a girl can't be too cautious when it comes to safeguarding her job security.

So, I'll keep my luscious lips sealed. All I can say is, TGI-effing F.

In other news, I'm exhausted today. Because I am sporty as well as girly, I stayed up until the wee hours last night, intently watching the late basketball games. I'm running the bracket pool at work, and I take great pleasure in circling my own wins with a nice red pen.

Oh, what? You want to see my what? (I'll show you mine if you show me yours.)

And here is where I plan to spend the next five or six hours:

Yes, there is a beer in the corner.

A beer for Ber.

I will cheer for Louisville with hubs, a mega Cardinals fan, because I am a supportive wife. (Sometimes.)

Inside, I will secretly weep for my Indiana Hoosiers.

(We'll get 'em next year, guys.)

(Or, maybe the year after that. Let's be realisticspice.)

Have a great weekend, except for the person who quit following me. You won't be reading this post, so I can say without apology that I hope your weekend is woefully mediocre.