Searching For My Lost Shaker of Salt

Lo and behold, I've made everyone around me at least as miserable as I've been, and they've decided to spare themselves further misery. They moved me back outside.


I am beside myself with a multitude of emotions, the biggest one being nauseated.


Why?


Recently, I've discovered the most ginormous slug--EVER. I swear to God, at one point, I thought it was a smallish manager. Then I noticed it wasn't wearing glasses and I knew it was just a slug. (For the record, a ginormous slug and a smallish manager are roughly the same size--and size, is, of course, relative.)


Out There, I've seen all manner of Skeeve-Me-Out Things: rats, mice, small frogs, large toads (no relation to mine, btw), UFB (unidentified flying bugs), UHB (unidentified hopping bugs), UCB (crawlers), spiders big enough to have their own zip codes, moths as big as my head...you get the picture. And it's making my skin crawl.


Lately, all I've been finding are oozy, slimy, gag-inducing slugs. And it's like seeing the Princess's pasty white butt crack--it's impossible to look away.


Since I'm not allowed to have a camera with at me work (and even if my cellphone were charged, it doesn't take pictures, and I'm not allowed to have it with me either), I had to (gag) model the thing, true-to-life size in (gag) play-doh. (Scale 1:1)

The Ginormous Slug
The smallish manager
Together, for comparison.

I Crack Me Up

This is a shameless, self-congratulatory post.

I finally did create a blog for The Bee. It's called A Bee in My Bonnet and it's hilarious, if I say so myself.

So little time, so much Bee.

Behind the 8 Ball

So, the Bee deserves his own blog. But what do I call it? Help me out here, and give me your thoughts.

Bee Afraid

Too Much Time On My Hands

Obviously.



Last night, during my lunch break at work, I went McDonald's and got a Happy Meal. So far, that $4 bid against the food nazis has given me approximately 6 hours of giggling pleasure.



Here's why:
Frodo at the Dude Ranch on vacation.



Frodo hard at work, answering phones

Frodo at the geekfest that is a Star Wars Convention.

Frodo at his first job: McD's drive thru.

Frodo being attacked by a large, black, furrier-than-thou animal.

Seriously, though, this is Barry, from Bee Movie fame. With proper makeup, he looks remarkably like Frodo at work. So, last night, I had fun (and much laughing) at his expense. Today, however, the giggles paid off, and, as you can see, I have quite a creative little mind.

I might be out of a job soon.