LMFAO

So, I just realized recently that I could have taken said dream job with said dream boss (incidentally I'm house sittin for and can't stop thinking about what the funeral is going to be about - I have issues) and retaken the FING bar exam in July. ??? Why didnt' I do that??? Best of both worlds, hello? I assume God kept that little tid bit idea out of my little brain for a reason...I like my job. The office is always a good time as my boss and his wife have immensely inappropriate sense of humor. For example, he keeps asking me to draw up my dad's contempt orders and I keep telling him no. This makes his wife giggle and him apologize. Then he does it again. Alas, the life I lead.
I wanted to write this blog to protest the Elmo version of "i'm sexy and I know it"
The part that bugs me the most is "I walk into the room and Drawer and Mr. Noodle are staring at me."
OK. Drawer -- whatever, it's elmo.
Mr. Noodle? OMG, it's a middle-aged man with bad style and a really bad comb-over. Elmo's like a kid, right? and there's a middle-aged man staring through a porthole of some sort in his wall when he walks into the room? not to mention Mr. NOODLE? Euphemism anyone?
I got to admit, the thing made me laugh really hard. "I make art!" But, Mr. Noodle watching when little kid-like Elmo walks into the room set off my pedophile alarm bells. No kids, it is not ok for Mr. Noodle to watch you. EVER! or touch you or make you do things that your little kid conscience rebels against.
So, sorry if this just took a fun song and ruined it for you. Welcome to my little world - lawyers joking about me taking a swan dive off the fine line tightrope I'm walking and little furry creatures talking about Mr. Noodle watching them. No wonder I have crazy dreams....