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So, I can reasonably expect to spend some quality time tomorrow night insisting to my bosses four-year old that yes, I do regularly eat dinner plates. I can expect this because I started teasing him about it at the company christmas lunch today, and he is a very, very, persistent four-year-old. Luckily, I have lots of practice. And a special plate eating tooth!
The chris barnes design staff lunch was really fun. The beaujoulais is now fighting the caffeine in my head, and I think it's winning. Almost the first thing I did was spill wine on the white tablecloth at the fancy restraunt. Then Finn (four) spilled his water. Then his mom lost an olive (at speed). So at least I'm not the only one.
Finn: M-m-MY spill was BIGGER!
Me: Well, MINE stains! So there!*
Chris and Holly are having a party at their house tomorrow night, and I'm so glad that it's gonna be full of kids. I don't want 'em myself, but other people's four-year olds are excellent ice breakers. If nothing else, when you find yourself the odd outsider at the party, the four year old will probably be happy to talk to you for hours.
We've been exchanging little gifts at TRL too. One of the other designers, who likes to point out my extreme youth, left me a brown-paper wrapped package labeled "For Sarah. Please Do not Eat."
It was fingerpaint.
How totally cool are the people I work with?
In other news, I've been writing at least 500 words/day on that story I said I'd stop.
Gabriel (6): Why do you have two different shoes?
Me: Because my legs are different sizes.
Me: Uh, that's true. Not like the plates.
*actual transcript of our business lunch
The chris barnes design staff lunch was really fun. The beaujoulais is now fighting the caffeine in my head, and I think it's winning. Almost the first thing I did was spill wine on the white tablecloth at the fancy restraunt. Then Finn (four) spilled his water. Then his mom lost an olive (at speed). So at least I'm not the only one.
Finn: M-m-MY spill was BIGGER!
Me: Well, MINE stains! So there!*
Chris and Holly are having a party at their house tomorrow night, and I'm so glad that it's gonna be full of kids. I don't want 'em myself, but other people's four-year olds are excellent ice breakers. If nothing else, when you find yourself the odd outsider at the party, the four year old will probably be happy to talk to you for hours.
We've been exchanging little gifts at TRL too. One of the other designers, who likes to point out my extreme youth, left me a brown-paper wrapped package labeled "For Sarah. Please Do not Eat."
It was fingerpaint.
How totally cool are the people I work with?
In other news, I've been writing at least 500 words/day on that story I said I'd stop.
Gabriel (6): Why do you have two different shoes?
Me: Because my legs are different sizes.
Me: Uh, that's true. Not like the plates.
*actual transcript of our business lunch
