I don’t often post stuff related to work, but I really thought that you should meet Spots, or as I like to call him, “The Seriously Overly-Caffeinated Cat”.
Honestly, aren’t you a little afraid of this guy? He could snap at any moment and rip your throat out. It’s that one crazy eye and laid-back ears.
Second little tidbit of the day, one of my guys asked me to get his paper ready to put in his pocket – “Can you fold this for me so it doesn’t get crambled?”
I’m going to try and work ‘crambled’ into my day-to-day conversations from now on.
Happy Saturday!
Kristi says
I don’t like it when my daughter has crambled all of her clothes into a drawer. It really bugs me.
What bugs me more is how these little children like that thing called Spots.
Lauren says
Yes, there’s no accounting for taste. Spots belongs to a little boy, and Spots had a couple of rips along his seams. The boy’s father tells me that they were going to repair it the night before, but Little Boy told him, “No, Mrs. Sommerer wants to fix it.” Apparently my vet skills have become famous.
Kristi says
While you’re at it, can you repair Spots’ nose? It seems a bit out of alignment.
Lauren's dad says
Can you cramble eggs?
Lauren says
Only if they’re going in your pocket.
Rae says
I had to cramble to get out of the house on time this morning. Mondays..
Keren Lowell says
I would reply to this post, and others, but I’m feeling really crambled tonight. And it’s only Monday.