A Bundle Of Joy.

Smells like life.
My feet smell. Like I'm seriously sitting here, at the computer, creepin on a few facebook...non friends? And the smell is literally coming through the desk and up my nose. (Wahoo!) Its been scientifically proven that if your feet smell more than usual (like mine for instance) you're more acceptable to obtaining super human powers. I'm still waiting.

Shoppin Spree (Free?).
For the past few days I've done nothing but the following at work: color on sticky notes, write in the Taylor-Rachael work notebook, (which happens to be the coolest thing of my life...really, I wish I could show everyone--its that cool.) starburst trips, girl talk, and shopping. Shopping? Yah. Shopping. Lets hit the rewind button of life and replay the day I went shopping at work.
J: Hey Rachael, are you doing anything right now? >Puts down her Iphone<
R: Nope! I'm free. >Puts down her Ipod<
J: Me too....Hey, I got an idea! Lets go to the supply closet and see if they have any new cute supplies!
R: Yay. I'm totally coming.
* Please remember that I do in fact, actually work. Trust me. This is an odd week.

Oldies. They Rock. (And Roll? Bahahahaha.)
Driving to work with my buddy Cam Cam is like the color periwinkle in the crayon box of life. (Its a fun color right? And it makes you smile right? Which happens to be like driving to work with Cam. Nuff said.) It was my day to drive today (yes, we're cool enough to carpool.) and I like it when I drive because that means I have complete control over which tunes we're listening to. (But even when Cam is driving, I still have complete control over that darn thing. Hah!) So I'm driving along the lonely road to work when Rockin Robin comes on. I bet you can imagine what followed. Its me we're talking about. Yes, extreme car dancing...and fake whistling. (I have not yet mastered the art of the whistle.) It was the funnest car ride I have ever experienced. And it was all thanks to my magically delicious taste in music.

Blinkers must be a thing of the past.
Driving HOME from work is another story. Let me tell ya, the term "happy hour" is completely and 100% false. I am almost everything BUT happy when I leave work. (Overstatement alert!) Its a good thing that I refuse to go faster than 63 miles per hour on the road because today it totally saved lives. (Yes, yes, I'm a hero....after many days of smelly feet I finally recieved super human powers.) For example, this crazy insane driver man raced behind me and swerved into the lane next to me then swerved into my lane again right as another car (who was using his blinkers) entered my lane as well. WHAT WAS HE THINKING? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT HE WAS THINKING! He was thinking "Its happy hour, and I need my beer. Oh wait, I'm already ACTING drunk." Seriously man. Ride his butt why don't ya. (Cameron can atest to my sarcastic car comments. They happend quite frequently.) After that little stunt I reduced my speed to 60 (the correct speed limit) and watched out for the cool kids who can't use their blinkers. 

Nice Guys.
And I just Came upon this video while I was wrappin this post up. (Like a bundle of joy? Hah.)
Its Mmm...mmmm...Good :)