I do lament that more of my writing implements don't smell like sugar cookies.
Is this snow globe implying that I am Jabba the Hutt and Boba Fett is giving me the gift of a captured Han Solo? I appreciate the gift but I don't dig the judgment about my weight thank you very much.
Because your cubemate wants nothing more than to hear the same four songs repeated over and over all day long.
One guess what we'll be wrapping our CheezHQ gift exchange goodies with this year.
As long as a dude with a mustache doesn't pop out of my morning cuppa joe, I think we'll be all right.