Not a bad time to work for my company

I had an overdue library fine today for the first time in about 8 years. I cannot even convey the enormity of my disappointment about this. I blame the British library system. It was even worse when I tried to pay and the woman was like, “I’m afraid you’re 5 pence short.” No lie – I had 1.58 GBP in my wallet and my fine was 1.12 GBP. I really need to go to the ATM…this book addiction is getting serious.

I love my mom. She’s probably the cutest woman on Earth right behind Kristin Chenowith, the woman who plays Eric’s mom on That 70’s Show, and Hillary Clinton. Having said that, she’s totally still a mom and is in the dark about many things, like many moms are. This comes in handy when I make inappropriate references in my blog that go unnoticed. But after I sent out the pictures of me at Stonehenge and the Eiffel Tower today, I got an email from my dear, dear mother that read:
“2 pictures so far ‘rocking out’ with a hand gesture. I am not familiar with this.”
I’m sorry mom, but I could win the lottery right now and this email will still have been the highlight of my day.

Every time I got in our little Irish Nissan, I reached over my left shoulder for the seat belt that was located over my right shoulder. You would think that after the first 4 times I would have learned. I didn’t. And then I hit a car. (I’m going to keep bringing this up until it’s not true anymore.)

I must have missed the brochure about the Roman baths in Bath being a romantic getaway because that place was just filled with touristy couples sneaking kisses around every corner. I mean, I guess I can see the appeal of togas, steamy water, and Ionic columns…if I try REAL hard.

The good news: I ordered a Guinness at our first pub in Ireland.
The bad news: I had about two sips before I made the ‘I hate beer why do I keep drinking this’ face and gave the rest to Susan.
The good news: Susan ordered a Guinness at another pub and proving rumor true, it tasted different than the last one we had ordered. This one was sweeter and didn’t taste like death, so I had another sip. That brings my total beer drinking on this side of the Atlantic to a quarter of a pint. Yahoo!

Kinda lame, kinda funny…Joke of the day:
What did the skeleton ask for at the bar?
A beer and a mop.