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…by open-bar parties, the ensuing hangovers, belated birthday dinners, and a rousing and thorough fall cleaning in preparation for the arrival of our very good friends in 2 or so weeks.

I sang karaoke the other night.  In a bar, in front of random bar-goers and all of my co-workers, my friend Julie and I sang a duet.

This morning, I was told by those same co-workers that the song we we collaborated on was “Man, I Feel Like a Woman!” and also that I should not pursue anything related to any sort of vocal entertainment, including laugh tracks or background coughing during cold medicine commercials.  I gently reminded them I had told them I loved doing karaoke, not that I was good at it.  There is a difference between the two that is approximately the same distance as the one between our planet and the sun.  Now they know.

Okay.  I have “other things” to do at this moment in time, which might or might not be 2pm on a work day.  You know, like…work.

Tschuss!!