My guaranteed daily .05 seconds of elation:

[katernater]

There's a stack of boxed wall clocks in the break room at work. The boxes are of a certain dimension that, for half a second, I mistake them for donut boxes. When I remember what they actually are, I become very sad. This happens at least three times a week.

...It's good to be back in the saddle again.

Comments

[another-myself.livejournal.com]

This is why we're friends.

[katernater.livejournal.com]

See them hiding there behind the microwave? It's just a great big tease, I tell you.

[another-myself.livejournal.com]

Oh, my. Yeah. Yeah, I would be thinking white-iced doughnuts for sure there.

[antiquitea.livejournal.com]

Why the heck would a stack of clocks be next to a microwave? That's just mean.

[katernater.livejournal.com]

Teachers: We're All About the Mind Games.

[swankyfunk.livejournal.com]

But imagine your surprise one day when you look in those boxes and find donut clocks.

[katernater.livejournal.com]

Hah! With wibbly wobbly timey wimey cream filling!

[juryrig.livejournal.com]

That is awesome. XD