Holy Boring Batman

Despite my bestest efforts to stay focused while reading through yet another power point presentation out of a never-ending series of training documents at work today (that could be the longest intro in a sentence ever), my mind still managed to hop on a different thought train. Destination: Randomville. The route went a little something like this:

• I wonder what the proper name is for the palm trees that look like pineapples?
• Mmmm, pineapples...I could really go for some right now...with some cottage cheese.
• Speaking of cottage cheese, swim suit season has reared its ugly head. I should just sell all my 2-pieces on eBay.
• Hmmm, maybe I should take a look-see on Amazon.
• No, must pay attention to electromigration.
• It's electric! Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-duh-doo-doo-doo. Who tore up the floor during 7th grade dances to that song? This girl right there.
• I wonder what jams 7th graders now will think back on when they're my age...
• I'll be 42. Gross.
• H will be old enough to get his driver's permit. Never.

My journey came to an end when my manager came by to use the mirror in my cube to put on what looked like cold-sore medicine then went on his way without saying a word.

Happy Tues-dee.