“I thought of some jokes on the way home… cuz it’s a long way and..”
“oh.”
“what do you call a woman who delivers mail?”
“uh…”
“A Transvestite! A male woman! A mail woman! A male woman. Mail.”
“what.. I don’t.”
“Or should I say ‘female-man’. Like ‘femail-man’ woman.”
“but I… ohh. Oh, ok, now I see. Hm.”
“It came to me real quick too. Like I saw a mail truck and there it was.”
This exchange between roommates occurred behind me while thinking of today's post.
Well, I am reclining in a sea of “job-well-done” satisfaction. I don’t know if the job is well done, but I’m not going to fight the sentiment. My test is finally ended, having logged 16 hours of my life away solely for its preparation. 16 gritty granules to other side of my indeterminately set hourglass. Ah well. It’s at least an engaging subject.
Today marks the last day for our Facebook ad! The ad performed to our satisfaction. Soon we’ll have those buttons and the marketing campaign will continue forward! Do not think yourself too ignoble to soldier in our ranks. Join the street team!
I really need to finish Vanity Fair. How embarrassing.
-Arrivederci!
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