My Super Sunday Highlights

Just to set expectations right away, I don’t watch the Superbowl. I watch the commercials. We had gone to our friends’ house, and when the thundersnow (yes, I’m linking it too) started, one couple went home to make sure their car was out of the snow route before the plowing started and called back to say the visibility and roads were so bad that they weren’t coming back. So it was a small group (just the host couple, Mr. B and I, and another friend), but we still had fun.

A few highlights:

• We all enjoyed the Tide stain commercial.
• I think we were all pretty grossed out by the Career Builder commercial in which the woman’s heart jumped out of her chest.
• After seeing the Planters commercial in which the unattractive woman was rubbing cashews on like perfume and drawing men to her, our host turned to our hostess and said, “See what happens when you rub nuts on your chest?”
• Mr. B really loved the Pepsi commercial in which Justin Timberlake got beat up.
• We enjoyed the Coke commercial in which the Stewie and Underdog parade balloons chased after the Coke balloon, only to be denied by the Charlie Brown balloon. My only issue with this commercial is Charlie Brown never wins.

Leave it to Josh

Yesterday, I went to lunch with Dave and Josh. (Unfortunately, Debra couldn’t join us. Major Sadness. )

Partway through the conversation, Josh and I were telling Dave about a new show. I referred to a couple of the characters as on-again/off-again “friends with benefits”. Josh suddenly asked, “Why don’t they just say ‘friends that f***’? Why ‘friends with benefits’? It’s not like they give you medical…well, maybe they do.” That’s the Josh we know and…love?

Giving New Meaning to the Term “Sprinkles”

Last Friday, a pipe broke in the men’s restroom on our floor, the top floor of the building I might add, and our floor was soon covered in water. The bathrooms are just around the corner from the elevator, so some of the water made its way down the elevator shafts and knocked out the use of the elevators. That, coupled with the lack of water in the building, made for an interesting situation as the only working bathrooms were in the neighboring building that’s connected on the 4th floor. I had the following chat discussion with a coworker who was asking how things were in the building today:

Me: apparently it really stunk for the rest of the bldg cause they didn’t leave like we did…and of course there was no water for the bathrooms, but the elevators weren’t working either, so if you had to go, you needed to take stairs…
M: could you imagine having to use the restroom but having to walk down like 5 flights of stairs from 9 or up the 6 or so from 1 (i forget exactly how many there are with that weird mezzanine but it seems like a lot more than you have floors) and then down the long hallway before you can even get to a restroom?
Friend: i think i’d pretend i was on a boat and just hang out a window.
M: hehehe ewwwww
F: ick, that kinda grossed myself out. lol
F: i’m picturing driving down adams, and seeing all sorts of white bums hanging out and little drizzles coming down. ICK
M: hehehe
M: at least you were picturing driving…i was more concerned about walking….ICKKKKY
F: oh man, i might have nightmares tonight
M: you started it!
F: and every time it sprinkles when i’m walking down adams, i’m NEVER gonna look up.
M: hehehe

I asked permission to blog the conversation and was told I could if I kept the coworker anonymous. However, there are certain people I know will make some guesses and wondered if it would be OK to tell them who the person was and the conversation continued:

F: they probably would guess its a girl anyway. boys wouldn’t have to hang their back ends out the window, just their fronts
M: ok…that just gave an even scarier picture of the situation…cause if it was a guy hanging out backwards…EWWWWW
F: LOL i snorted!

Yeah, those are images I just didn’t need.