7AM: Ken walks over with a classic Ken-ism: "I just bought to coolest bond ever."
Gina: Huh?
Ken: I just bought a Beaver County Bond for a client. Awsome!
So yes children, there IS a beaver County. And wouldn't you know what state it's in (nope, not Oregon)? I'd venture to say: One of the most Interesting states of our nation, yes, PA!! This starts the topic rolling (and establishes that our minds are all in the gutter-all before 7:30 AM)
Jim: (Chiming in) "There is a town in Colorado called Avon, on Beaver Creek- their liquor store is called Beaver Liquor. And you can get hats there that say "Beaver Liquor"~~
All: Sweet! No way! WAY!
So I run a google search (yeah, cause its cool to have THAT on your work computer's internet history...)
Long story short- I find the phone number, but no web site right away. So I call. Ring... ring...
"Good morning, Beaver Liquors- This is Michelle!"
me: Hi, do you have a web site?
Michelle: Yes! Its w-w-w dot beaver liquors dot com. Thats l-i-Q-u.
Me: Great- thanks.
And then I could start my day, know that I had already sacrificed at least 30% of my active brain cells- before 7:45AM.
That is all I'm going to post today. And yes, you CAN get hats. AND T-shirts. Real classy ones.
On request, here is a photo of Darling Ken. Its been said (by at least one successful 50-something lady doctor) that he is, in fact, a Beautiful Person. I have to say, I concur with the middle-aged women on this one.
This is from a post-game strategy session during last year's kickball season.
2 comments:
New lows, new lows!
Yeah, I'm always amazed by exactly HOW low we can take it.
Look at my fricken ARMS? My god... they're as big as my head. Ick.
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