It's day three of Cowgirl In Skirts. I love these bright, psychedelic colors, and I'm especially psyched because when I was trying these on Saturday afternoon I was thinking (despite my beer gut) that I've got kind of nice legs. Of course, I'm currently highlighting them with flakes of peeling skin. oooooooh. I was going to switch to capris tomorrow but I think I'm going to try to just wear skirts for two more days just to say I did.
I had a meeting with my boss and my boss's boss, in with BsB told me, "I'm beating Hugh with your data stick." I'm pretty sure it's a compliment. He also referred to the sausage grinder of development, which I said was more like "a giant toliet bowl ... no matter how big you make the bowl, we ain't getting a chicken down a four inch pipe."