Further proof that my place of employment is a little insane...

So. At work. There's this guy. We shall call him George. George is rather hilarious. George is always making jokes. Everyone, I mean EVERYONE, at work knows and understands this. Remember this fact. It becomes important a little later.

Also at work, we have a very nice, very thorough HR lady. VERY thorough. Today, she emailed us all a copy of the company's newly minted 'Pandemic Prevention Program'. The entire program consists of...wait for it...providing each cubicle with tissues and hand sanitizer. I am not joking. I wish I was.

Enter George. George who cannot help but make jokes. I think it is a compulsion. George says, 'I've been sneezing all day! I think I may have the swine flu!'. Next thing we know, very thorough HR lady has SENT HIM HOME.

That's right folks. She sent him home. Because he said he sneezed. I'm not even sure he really sneezed. She didn't even give him a chance to use the hand sanitizer OR the tissues. So much for our "Pandemic Prevention Program"

I immediately scrapped all plans to loudly cough and then say "Gee I'm sure glad I used my hand sanitizer today" while walking past her cubical.

If you ever...

get a lovely Scentsy candle warmer from your Mother-in-Law for Christmas along with cinnamon scented Scentsy wax from your mother and Mother-in-Law and you decide to put the warmer in the wall socket behind your table, because no one ever walks back there, so it won't be bumped and you realize that you need to change the wax in the warmer because it stopped smelling like lovely cinnamon several weeks ago and now simply smells like hot wax and you walk behind your kitchen table to get the warmer and forget that the warmer is on and try to pull the warmer out of the wall socket while it is A) on and B) full of hot wax be prepared bump your elbow on the table and spray hot wax everywhere and then, be sure to plan on spending a great deal of time cleaning red-orange wax off your hands, shoes, jeans and, most importantly, the white carpet in your rented apartment. You'll want to make sure you can spend at least 1 hour brushing the, now dried, wax out of the carpet and then fruitlessly scrubbing the carpet in an (unsuccessfull) attempt to eradicate the orange-red stain. Trust me. I know.

My New Toy

Remember how, a little while ago I posted about a fabulous quilting/sewing/embroidery machine? And, remember how I said it was super expensive, so it might take me a year to save for it?
WELL. I have a fantastic husband and we talked about it and he convinced me to get it now! We had been saving for a couple other things and we put those off for a little longer and so now I have my new toy!



And, even Isaac has gotten excited about it! He's decided he is going to sew a shirt. He's started:



All he has left to do is sew all the pieces together!

Anyway, as you can probably guess, I've gotten very little done this week, except a whole lot of sewing.

This post is NOT about Easter.

Everyone is posting their Easter pictures and this makes me happy because:
1. I like seeing pictures everyone and their cute kids
2. I didn't do a darn thing for Easter and this way, I can live vicariously through all of you.

I guess this post was about Easter after all. Sort of.

That is all.