I was packed like a sardine into the Metro today when someone let out a particularly sour fart. Man, I thought that only happened in the movies. It was inescapable.

Ever since I named my car and started treating her like a proper lady, we've been getting along tons better. Hardly any stallouts, smoother shifts...it's a beautiful thing.

What's not so awesome is my boss. Not in the sense that she's bad or anything, but the woman had absolutely no sense of humor. As a person that tends to make fun of nearly everything, that's a real problem for me. I honestly don't think I've seen her genuinely laugh in the three months I've worked there. Which is weird because her husband is a complete goofball who always seems to be smiling and making some dumb joke about something. Who would have thought that opposites would attract RIDICULOUS

I've got nothing else to say so I leave you with this creepy gem from our childhood: