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While at Disneyland, the following thought crossed my mind for the first (and God willing, last) time in my life: "Oh my god, what the hell happened to my underpants? I was wearing them when I got here!"

Yeah, that made my night last night (although I had nothing to do with the "disappearance").

Were you trying to run up your white flag?

remember when Hawkeye had the peppers for sale below deck on the Columbia? bwahahaha

Did you leave your undies in the freezer again?

I came into work on Saturday. Sometimes I wish work could always be like that: Almost no one around, dedicated to a single project, no flood of emails, no meetings, no one to stop you from taking as long a lunch as you want. I was a thousand times more productive than I am during the week.

Saturday in the payroll depatment.
Everyone that comes in wants to leave... you can work, the system isnt bogged down, and no employees call your phone.. and heavens, you can accomplish something.

I soooo agree.

This is why I have an isolated work at home office. That, and the commute to Sunnyvale CA would be a killer every day.

Except when my kids are home during the no school months of summer. Then I want to kill myself.

And the award for parent of the year goes to...