The bossman is on vacation for two whole weeks. TWO!! And he gave me shit over my eight-day vacation last month. Do I make him train a temp boss for while he's away? Hells no.
The mice (me and Russell) will be playing quite a bit. Well, maybe not so much but we are going to Chin Chin for lunch today and just you try to stop us.
So, last night when I went out to my car at 6:30 there was a baby cricket on top of my antenna ball just sitting there looking all buggy. I drove off to Stitch N Bitch and forgot all about it. Later in the evening I drove back to work to drop off Tami (she came with me and left her car at my office) and THE CRICKET WAS STILL THERE. Now, anyone who's driven with me knows I have a tendency to speed up and stop short. I was driving at a pretty good clip down Fountain. How the hell did the little guy hang on? Here he is:
Yes, it's a Nacho Libre antenna ball. Focus, people. I just picture him with these goggles and a WWII fighter pilot helmet. (cue "Ride of the Valkyries")