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Now that Mike is a doctor, this is what he does for fun: Takes apart his computer.
Granted, he is fixing the keyboard which I accidentally broke, but you wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve heard an excited exclamation of either “Cool!” or “Gross!”
Yep, he’s pretty much the coolest dork I know.
I feel like if world peace were instated, we’d all be more productive.
Because then we’d never be interrupted from a flurry of productivity in a coffee shop because the couple next to us is arguing and all of a sudden we’re too busy eavesdropping to get anything else done.
So you’re in a crowded coffee shop, the barista is racing around behind the bar, and when your drink comes up, you find a small, thin, black hair in your latte … What do you do?
Send it back or suck it up?
Some stupid little kid has been whistling over in that corner of the coffee shop for the past two minutes.
It’s super annoying … And I’m not just saying that because I’m jealous that he can whistle and I can’t.
My travel coffee mug thing rocks. It refuses to spill.
Shake it, swish it, jostle it. No drips.
But now I have a new challenge for it: Keep my coffee warm after its aluminum frame spent the night in my car, enduring sub-freezing temps.
Here’s hopin’ it can live up to my expectations …
OK, so I’ve only been sitting at Starbucks working furiously for the past three-ish hours, and I’ve already heard four different versions of the “Little Drummer Boy.” If you recall, that’s a song that I have a particular aversion to.
Why? Well, because of all the “pumming.” Call me Scrooge, but do you know how many pums I’ve listened to today?
No?
Let me tell you:
4 per line
24 per verse
72 per song
288 total pums!