I have this thing about the taskbar on my work computer — it has to be arranged a certain way. My Outlook must be the left-most button. My personal webmail is next. It doesn’t really matter what comes after that since I’m opening and closing programs and spreadsheets all day, but if something goes wrong (like accidentally shutting down Outlook), I will not hesitate to close every window so I can put things back into the correct sequence. I hate when that happens, but someone has to restore order to the universe.
Am I alone in this? A couple days ago a former coworker of mine sent me a Facebook message just to tell me that he had eight windows open and his Outlook was number six or so. He even sent a screenshot just to torment me. I honestly don’t know how anyone can work that way.
Anyhow, it’s almost Friday and I’m ready to drop. Would it be wrong to sleep through the whole weekend? At the very least I’m not getting out of my pajamas without a very good reason!
Ah, that picture always makes me laugh. Have a great weekend!
I think he might be avoiding trying them. I’m not sure why — if the artificial bacony scent wafting through the shrink wrap isn’t a lure, then what is? I can, however report on the following treat that I got for myself:
The verdict: in a word, NO. I thought they were pretty foul once you got past the vaguely eggnog-flavored shell. Mark compared them to Gatorade gum. Gatorade, you may note, does not sell an eggnog-flavored sports drink (but I would try it if they did!).
Thank you, Offbeat Treats. I did indeed enjoy my feer smoks.
