Whoo hoo, it's the Holidays, oh and my first post as a blogger (toast!). Thanks due to Scarlet Red, Belvis, Midwestgrrl, and someone anonymous (hee hee).
It's the Holidays, eighteen degrees outside, and I am at work. Work should be illegal once the temperature dips below freezing. We saw one too many wrecks becuase of ice on the roads, let's not forget that us Texans just don't know how to drive once the weather changes. I had to follow a minivan going 20 m.p.h. into work because they would not "Move (Get out of the way).
I now know that I have the best boss ever, besides making me work, she is the best.
These past two weeks I have been living in my own makeshift, Burnt Orange Hell. I am a proud Longhorn and avid supporter of UT Football--we can discuss Crazy Ricky Williams later. Get this, I am dating a Boomer Sooner. Do you know what that means? Lots of jokes, mean ones, directed towards me. Don't worry, I knock them right back where they came from becuase I have hope that one day, we shall kick their butts.
Boomer Sooner is going to the Orange Bowl and I couldn't think of a better gift than some OU memorabilia to send with him on his trip. The latter has found me on every Boomer Sooner website known to man. That means that I also have seen enough OU v. UT gear for my lifetime. It also means that I used my good earned money and bought some OU gear. As I am a gift perfectionist, I wanted one shirt and one shirt only--I'd describe it to you, but I may get some hate mail because it directly bashes Texas (I know...); it's okay, I already know it will be darn hot in my Hell. Anyways I couldn't find the shirt anywhere and believe me I searched high and low, in and out of every OU crevice there is. I finally gave up and that was all it took for the t-shirt to be found becuase today, two days after giving up and coming thisclose to driving to Oklahoma myself for a shopping trip, my boss calls me from Oklahoma (she is there for the Holiday) and tells me she found the shirt...and not just that, but also $50 worth of OU gear that she is sure would be perfect for my Orange Bowl gift basket.
Best. Boss. Ever.
He'd better enjoy it and show his gratification with hours, okay, long minutes of undying affection and some oral something-somethings (we'll keep it PG)---I mean kisses, people, kisses. If you believe that!
Happy Holidays and New Year
