So class… did everyone have a nice weekend?

Good!

I had a prett good weekend myself. It was full of sitting on my ass and doing nothing. I both love and hate those weekends. I love them because I can just sit and relax and be a complete vegetable and not worry about anything… I hate them, because I don’t do anything. It’s kinda boring.

The one thing I did do this weekend was go to Ny’s baby shower! It was super fun. There were games, and food, and general tom-foolery. Yes.. I did just say Tom-foolery. Ya wanna fight about it?

She got a ton of really cute baby stuff. I forget just how dang cute baby clothes are! So tiny and darling with all the little puppies and pooh’s on them. So sweet.

That was the highlight!

So now.. I have to get back to work - but I leave you with some lovely spam poetry!

Sort of a machine,
With good strong wings,my dear.
It began eighteen hundred years
One balmy night when thebut i get
tired of hearing maud sing her.

Be prevailed upon to leave the babies,
Jo one day, and insisted on knowing what
The she had made.
But that involuntary tear
sounds goodof the paper,
safe in its writer’s keeping,outside.

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Of on the parlour, bound to see
Something and pretty, petite,
and socialist modern national
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her aunt thought own toilet.

See… spam is good for something! =)

This was copied from a spam email I recieved at work this morning. Only the spacing is different - otherwise all spelling and gramatical errors belong to the author - Emilia Evans.