Joelle: I want mexican food.
Kathy: I want a smoothie and a big rubber fist.
Joelle: I either hear someone’s vibrator… or an electric guitar.
Kathy: What if it’s both?
Tag Archives: Kathy
In Our Lunch Box
Over a salad, Kathy and I were perusing our new guilty pleasure, TrueHookupConfessions.com. If your eyes are virginal or you’re pure of heart or… whatever, don’t read any further.
Hopefully Not All at Once
Kathy on pets:
Joelle: I want two or three weiners.
Kathy: doesn’t every woman?
Under the Strobelight
Pretty soon she’ll have a whole woodland creatures comedy set.
Joelle: I need one of those remote light switches like in the infomercials.
Kathy: you need The Clapper!
Joelle: yes, but when I have sex, it might be like a disco. *hustles* Ooee ooee!
Kathy: *slap slap slap slap slap*
Kathy: ball to ass contact should be a caveat on the box. “Clapper may not work if you shave your beav.”
Joelle: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a theme.
Easy, Breezy…. uh, Blogger?
Joelle: Is there a new way to export from Blogger? I haven’t done it in ages.
Kathy: no, I’d have to look it up in the docs
Joelle: Blogger makes it such a pain in the ass
Kathy: I know. Moving from Blogger to WordPress is a breeze
Joelle: God, not to Expression Engine it isn’t. I have to export to MT first, do the hokey pokey, then use the MT import utility.
Kathy: Exporting Blogger is like… “crap an anvil, step left, sew a quilt, then download this patch, then call this 800 number, then eat a sardine upside down, bake a cake backwards, enter this key number in the space provided and… voila!”
Joelle: Mmm…. breezy.
Flogging the Cyber-Bishop
I love this woman so much.
Kathy: I am so effing off its not even funny
Joelle: off? how so?
Kathy: huh?
Kathy: dicking off
Kathy: wanking it
Joelle: oohhh!
Kathy: procrastinating
Kathy: choking the Internet Chicken
Joelle: ok, I am so blogging that…
Don’t Mess with a Woman on a Deadline
We’re both on tight deadlines and we’ve been having a lot of, let’s say, “challenges” with the outsourced development of a particular project, which was supposed to be delivered yesterday morning.
Kathy: he told me 3 hours so if its not in my lap at 1:30
Kathy: hell is opening up and asses will burn.
Joelle: *sizzles*
I always enjoy her metaphors. 
Break It Down!
Yet another glimpse into a work day…
Joelle: So, have you ever caught yourself doing like some weird dance and then thought, “what the hell?” and looked around like someone was watching you?
Kathy: hahahaha. yes. all the time.
Joelle: I was just totally doing a funky dance at my desk
Kathy: I did one earlier when i got out of the shower lol
Joelle: was it like a funky chicken or like a roger rabbit? cabbage patch? hustle? or just your own interpretive dance?
Kathy: it was kind of a version of a roger rabbit but with less oomph
Joelle: lol! mine was kind of a combo of the Snake and that 70’s dance where they look like they’re hitchiking. Kind of like a hand-jive, I guess.
Kathy: I was just doing the chair bounce as we speak
Joelle: sometimes it’s just the neck
Joelle: *neck*
Kathy: HAHAHAHHA *neck*
Kathy: speaking of… i need some actual music to do this to
Joelle: wait, you had no music?!
Kathy: no hahahaha
Joelle: truly the beat of your own drum, sister. *neck*
So, it’s possible you’re thinking we’re a little weird or just found out you’re not alone. Surely we’re not the only ones who’ve done this. 
So… what’s your “move”?
The Moxie Office Party
Joelle: is it too early for beer?
Kathy: no
Kathy: its 1:27pm here, that counts.
(about 20 minutes passes)
Kathy: did we decide if its ok to have beer?
Joelle: we did.
Kathy: so its “Miller” time then
Joelle: *cheers*
Cheers to you, too. 
I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday weekend. Be safe.
The Gift That Keeps on Giving
Just now, during our usual “I just mailed your Christmas preseeeeeeeent!” tease we do every year.
Joelle: I think you’re going to be really happy with your gift. It’s solely for you, it indulges no one else but you. It’s for you to totally enjoy and tell everyone else to piss off.
Kathy: do i need to open it in private? my parents will be here. hahahaha!
Joelle: no. lol. it’s all G-rated
Kathy: ok, just checking before I open a giant rubber fist in front of my mother.
Well, shoot! There goes her birthday gift. *sigh*
