Tulips & Chuck E. Cheese

I thought my tulips were especially lovely Friday morning--it froze overnight and they had just a bit of frost on them. We also had some daffodils but my camera wouldn't take any good pictures of them . . .

So, when I was up in Bremerton for my grandpa's funeral, I was driving my niece & nephew somewhere and I asked them (in preparation for Easter the next day) if they knew who it was that was resurrected on Easter. First they guessed the Easter Bunny. Then a rabbit (because that is SO different from a bunny). Finally I told them that it was Jesus. Apparently I have a speech impediment or something because in response Monroe said "Cheeses? Chuck E Cheeses?" He was SO excited that someone as cool as Chuck E Cheeses was resurrected on Easter. Then when I told him "No, Jesus." he said "Oh, him." sounding awfully disappointed.


The company I work for is going through their annual audit this week. My boss was prepping me on how to act around the auditors. It's sort of like being cross examined in court--you just answer exactly what they ask and don't add anything else. (We've all seen enough Law & Order episodes to know that those extra tidbits often get you into trouble). I am also supposed to wear shirts that require ironing rather than t-shirts. AND I am supposed to eliminate the sarcastic remarks. In response to this I asked "So basically you want me to change my entire personality for the week?" and he said yes. All of these requirements are easy for me except the no smart aleck comments one. I can't help myself. Sometimes my boss will come ask me "How did you come up with the amount for such-and-such journal entry you did?" and if I don't know off the top of my head I'll say something like "Oh, Excel has this great random number generator, so whenever I'm not sure what amount to use I just go there and it gives me a number." So all week after every funny comment I made he would say "That was funny, but don't say that around the auditors." One thing I think he's forgotten is that our big shredder in the main office has a sign on it that says "Mandy's In Box" and I'm guessing that's just the kind of thing the auditors won't find amusing...

Won't it be nice in a couple more months when I can write about the baby instead of trying to make my boring life sound interesting