HOW FREAKIN’ BRILLIANT WAS THE OFFICE LAST NIGHT? I can’t go into too much detail, since Bryan was at the theatre and didn’t see it yet, but OHMYGOD, there were at least four times that I literally gasped and clapped my hands over my mouth. Typically, when that show tries to do an hour’s episode, it REALLY sucks donkey balls, but last night? Last night just let me revel in awesome writing and great ad-libbing.
(Seriously, the interplay between Kevin and Holly had me in tears.)
And the coolest part? Mindy Kaling directed last night’s episode. Yep, Kelly Kapoor was responsible for that hour long awesomeness.
***
The doctor’s office called me yesterday and.. well, let me back up. We’ve actually been playing phone tag all week. Everytime I’d call back, the receptionist would say, “Oh, I’m sure the nurse was just calling to confirm your test results were fine,” and I wouldn’t worry about it.
Yesterday, we finally tagged up and the nurse said, “Your labs are normal except..”
I hate “excepts”.
“your B-12 level is low.”
Oh, okay, so I need to take a multivitamin now? No big deal.
“Actually, it’s pretty low. We’re gonna need to do weekly injections. You’re borderline anemic.”
Well, hell. Guess what the symptoms of B-12 defeciency are? Lethargy, exhaustion, upset stomach, and depression. SOUND FAMILIAR?
Thank God I’m not crazy.
***
So, earlier today, Ra shared this little goody, and I’ve been lusting after it ever since.
***
There is a guy here at work who wears the same deoderant as my best friend in high school (whom, incidentally, I dated) and it’s driving me crazy. It’s amazing how strong scent memory can be, isn’t it?
Another one (and Melissa, you might remember this) is some pear scent from Victoria’s Secret. A ballroom dancer at Rocket City Dance Club wore it (I think she was also a stripper, to be honest) and whenever I smell that, I can envision her stilettos and glitter crusted eyelashes.
***
Is it wrong that I want to have a date night with my husband now that I’m on happy pills? I think it would just be so much FUN. I know I would be fun.
***
I’m itching to get a hair cut. I’m debating a bob, not quite as Posh-like as everyone else, but a graduated bob. Then again, that would take, like, two hours without a child. Pipe dream.
***
Our weekend will consist of cleaning our grubby house (why do landlords insist on showing a house before you move? don’t they KNOW that it will be a war zone?), deciding what we’ll sell next weekend at our Yard Moving Sale Extravaganza, and generally being lazy. I hope everyone has a fabulous and safe weekend.
The Office - I thoroughly enjoyed and imagine my hands raised over my jaw-dropped mouth around the same time as yours. Scents and memories are an incredible thing, but I wonder why you’re sniffing a coworkers pits?
RCDC… forgive me. Did you work there, too!? Oh dear. What happened to my brain? (Don’t answer that.) The scent/memory thing isn’t working that one for me, but there’s a visual very vaguely coming to mind. (Sometimes I wish my husband had more interest in ballroom because as that Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing look-a-like told me as we “vertically” tango’d in Nashville some years ago, I have got GREAT dancing hips! Much better than the “Birthing Hips” they were called by a later boyfriend - I’ll give you on pathetic guess.)
ANYWHO, my post should have become an email to you I could respond so much, but I’ll stop now… have a fabulous weekend, Sarah!!
I havent watched the office yet so I thank you for not blowing it, you got me really excited to watch it now:)
Chocolate coverd bacon? Are you shitting me- SICK!
Intresting find on the b-12! I hope you are feeling better soon. And just so you know, i didnt think you were crazy. ppd isnt crazy- dont feed Tom! heh!
Christina’s last blog post..Again with the boring
Awesome news on the B-12. Hopefully you’ll be fixed right up. But please, tell me you’re kidding about the bacon!
Please erase the chocolate covered bacon part. Next thing you know, mom will demand a slice directly after her grilled cheese or cheese burger. Seriously, do I have to take off of work to babysit and make sure DAD follows the rules?