Whatever could go wrong, did.
The only redeeming thing about the day was that it is in fact, Thor's Day.
And the really strange dream I had about Group Leader Fernando. He spent 20 years in the Army, and if you ask his hair, he seems to have forgotten that he's retired. Well, last night I dreamed he had let it grow long and dyed it yellow. Yellow. I told him about it, and he laughed and said, "Why do you want to put that hippie complex on me?"
In lieu of anything more interesting to talk about-- since the details about what all went wrong at work wouldn't make any sense to most of you, and if you did understand, would bore you senseless, I offer you a couple more Throwback Thursday photos.
These are a couple my Auntie had in her albums.
I was about 15 in this one, and was going through a cowboy phase. And this one was a year or two later. Check out that hair! And the glasses.
Did I really go out in public looking like that???? Oh, and that NIKE shirt. I loved that shirt because I'd had a huge crush on a guy who'd had one just like it.
Yeah, that was another one of those What Was I Thinking? moments. The crush, not the shirt. The shirt was pretty cool.
Much more so than the guy turned out to be.