I’ve been working on the Chain Gang

So in the Jolly United States. It is the days where we celebrate not being a weird large satellite of England. And yesterday the Fourth of  it all, every inch of green space from coast to coast was filled with joy, barbecue, friends and marginally illegal fireworks.

I am saying this from experience. I lived the fourth of July dream that Thomas Jefferson was all about. I drank, I saw fireworks, I chatted, I wore a sweater, and saw people running through alley’s with launchers and scads of fireworks that are safer in less arid areas of the US.

Since a Holiday this year was on a Thursday there was many a possibility for a 4 day weekend. In fact, 93% of the population is still traipsing around in luscious weather, eating expensive sandwiches and drinking before happy hour. I am not a part of that majority. I am the people who had to go to work. Getting here this morning was legitimately one of the hardest things I have experienced in the last week. And I did bootcamp bellydance snake arms for 40 minutes. But once I got here I convinced myself it’s not too bad because I didn’t have to use my vacation time, and I am technically making money on a day where no clients would call at all…

But still being at work when you would rather be someplace else leads to things like this:

 

All of these things are so good to be doing.

And I am inclined to think that nearly anyone would rather watch TV in a fort of legos while eating waffles is better than making PDFs for hours straight.

Happy 5th of July to everyone in every part of the world.

♥Lauren

I’ve been waiting for this moment all my Dorky life!

The following is a true story, and a testament to how dorky I am.

So I was driving a few days ago from work. I’m feeling pretty icky as I am living through cold-a-palooza (the world’s longest cold). I flip through the radio station, and is it? Could it really be? Is it really, Phil Collins?

A lexicon of feelings surge through me…

My inner thoughts scream: Yes! This is so thrilling!

So I crank  my radio as loud as it will play… Like I’m listening to a low-rider jam! And this guy pulls up to me and starts smiling and making flirty faces with me… until:

At first I’m pretty sure he thought it was the older man behind me… but, no it was me. And anyways if he can’t handle Phil Collin’s then he would never be able to handle all the Hall & Oates I listen to.

And I that is how I recently was protected by the power of DORK!

♫Lauren

I will always miss you Phil Collins

In this crazy week where I discovered my new favorite word “Biwinning” I thought I was on top of the world… Ahem, winning. Duh.
Today the internet told me that Phil Collins is retiring, you can read the article here.

I have been through phases where I want to stab my head in, due to the overplay of that song from Tarzan. But I never thought this day would come. I mean for a lot of people born in the 80’s Phil Collin’s music has been ingrained in your existence… Like this song:

I have unironically been listening to Phil Collins for the last fortnight… and just wanted you to know in a with a slight Natalie Imbruglia reference “this is how I feel:”

Also take at least this Phil Collins song with you (which is one of my faves):

Have a nice Phil Collins infused weekend.
♫Lauren

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UPDATE: PHIL COLLINS IS ONLY TAKING A BREAK. I FEEL RELIEVED IN A BEAUTIFUL WAY. BUT I’M STILL GOING TO LISTEN TO GENESIS IN MY CUBICLE WITH THE FURY AND INTENSITY OF LLOYD DOBLER.