Framed!

So, Deby has this day job that she has to go to every day so she can do stuff like eat and buy gas to get to her day job and stuff. (Otherwise, Deby would post updates to this blog much more often. Geez... Deby just realized it's been ten whole days since she's been able to sit down and write a new post. Poor Deby!!) So today Deby's boss (I don't want to reveal names, so let's just call him Rob) asked Deby if she would pretty please remove an old, outdated map that was hanging on the wall in a gianormous frame and put a new updated map in it's place. Being a model employee, Deby said she would be more than happy to do this, even though this is not really on her job description and she wasn't sure if she was entirely qualified. Upon examining the frame, Deby quickly discovered this task would require the use of tools, namely a flathead screwdriver. Deby called down the hallway for her friend.... "Jim?..." but then she remembered Jim had just left for Buffalo, New York to visit his very first grandchild. Damn. Deby would be forced to complete this job herself after all. So, taking the gianormous frame and a screwdriver into a nearby storage room with ample floor space, Deby set to removing screws and brackets and thin little silver bendy things that pop into the air when the sides of the frame are loosened. The dismanteling part of the project went surprisingly well. No skin was punctured and no fingernails were even chipped! Deby removed the old, outdated map and put the new map in it's place under the plexiglass. Next came the reassembly of the gianormous frame. Deby carefully lined up the top and left side of the frame, lightly tightening the screws and brackets. But when she started to attach the bottom part of the frame to the left side, the previously placed brackets shifted, the plexiglass slipped out of place, and Deby pretty much had to start over. This happened many, many times, over and over, until finally, somehow, Deby managed to get all four sides of the frame secured, and the plexiglass stayed in place! This is where the real trouble began. Deby started shoving the thin little silver bendy things in between the frame and the backing when POP! The thin little silver bendy things shot straight up into the air and the sides of the frame fell apart. Just at that very moment, one of Deby's coworkers (let's just call him Paul) had walked into the room and witnessed this tragic event. Deby looked at him and said "I don't usually do this framing stuff. I have people who do this for me!" Deby then sat down right there on the floor and leaned against the wall. Paul looked at her and said "Boy. Your face is all red." I guess he decided it was a good idea to leave the room right about then, because he sure did, and quickly, too! Then Deby could hear Paul relating the story of what he had just witnessed to her other four co-workers, including her boss, Rob (and they're all men, mind you. Poor Deby!) She couldn't hear everything they were saying, but she did hear enough bits and pieces to determine that Paul had related what he saw and asked co-workers two and three and Rob if perhaps someone should assist Deby. But Rob quickly pointed out that if there were "things flying around and a pissed-off Deby", he was staying as far away as he could. All the other guys quickly agreed. So, now, more determined than ever to finish this task, Deby set her entire being to getting it done and getting out. With a great sense of pride and accomplishment, Deby marched into Rob's office and said "Here's your stupid frame. And here's the extra left-over parts" as she held out her hand and revealed several thin little silver bendy things. Poor Deby!! She really was framed!

Degree of Difficulty of the Day: All screwed up

Cocktail of the Day: Greyhound (Vodka & grapefruit juice) Note: Dave's Cocktail of the Day choice was a SCREW-Driver!!! After Deby's frame-assembly-mishap-experience today, you would think he would have a little more sensitivity!!! But, Deby forgives him. After all, he is just a man...

And, speaking of such, while Deby was in the middle of typing this post, she left her laptop computer unattended for a brief period while she ran upstairs to refresh her drink and visit the bathroom. Before she left, she asked Dave to make sure the animals didn't jump on her computer while she was gone. When she returned, however, she discovered that an "animal" had, in fact, "jumped on her computer" and typed the following message:

Poor Deby ran out of lemonade and left her computer unguarded. Poor child. She trusts that nobody would sneak over and tell the blog world hi and so long and thanks for all the fish.

Of course, Dave denies that he typed this. He blames it on the dog. How many times have we heard men blame "it" on the dog? Poor dogs!

All photos by Deby Alm http://www.flickr.com/photos/debyc/

...Speaking of Poor Dogs, this cute little fella's name is Chet. He belongs to our good friends, Marilyn and Tim. Doesn't Chet look happy? Maybe, or maybe not. We can't tell. Marilyn and Tim can't tell either. But, we'll just assume that Chet is happy. Or, indifferent. Indifferent can be happy, can't it? Who knows? I'll bet Chet does....