"The steroid Pollyannas of this world are only like that until they go postal. So if she suddenly gets a fixed, grimace of a smile and a glazed 1000 yard stare, watch out. Check her desk for long thin packages stained with gun oil. ;o)"
I can't help but wonder if it's bad when the CFH sits at her desk giggling maniacally. Then stops. Then starts up again a couple of minutes later (and no, she's not looking at her email and a great joke she just got).
Although logically I suppose she was trying to get me to ask what was so funny - which I wasn't about to do because a) I wasn't interested and b) I didn't have the time for a convoluted 10 minute explanation of a stupid joke still, I'm beginning to wonder whether I should start looking for a hiding place.
Or place the mutant bamboo on her desk and hope it eats her (à la Rachel's Little Shop of Horrors comment.
And for the record, Blogger still hates me. Or maybe it's Photobucket. I've been trying to upload the more recent awards to my sidebar and blogger keeps telling me that Photofucket has moved or deleted my images. Which is a load of doodoo because they're right there and I can upload pics to my blog.. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.