Irony ~ Not Just For Breakfast Any More

Sigh.

Every year the firm puts on it's annual dog and pony show at the GRB Convention Center , ( George R. Brown for the Touristas) .

Every Year.

This is the 40'th annual , which...say it with me...we've done 40 of those bastards.

40.

It is a blessing in untold ways that ol Pol didn't have access to any form of fire arm yesterday because I would have ended up in the pokey. All damn day long people ran amok looking for power point and a place to rehearse . People..this ain't the Old Vic here. You have know about this for 6 to 8 months. You have your speeches ready, your bullit points, your altoids and you laser pointer thingy's.

And still you persist in coming so unglued that forget Gorilla Glue...I'm considering an a welding torch....and no pain supressors.

Jeebus H Roosevelt Tap Dancing Christ .

Did all y'all have a collective blow to the head and forget the date ?

Does this years speech really diviate all that much from the snore fests of previous years ?

The irony is that the ones thatdon'y become the most unhinged are usually the biggest egomaniacs that we can't get to zip it any other time.

" Blah Blah Blah di Blah Blah Blah"

A**Hats

The Hatted ones

The poor co-ordinator has to endure the hatted here and then in Atlanta. Then if she's lucky she can have a nervous breakdown..or a few days off....or both.

Thankfully , I have enough to do to keep busy before vacation on my desk that I can Ignore the hatted ones.

Hang on a second..bliss alert.....wheeeeeeee.

There is before me one of my favorite lunches and it was free...gratis...jack friggan pot.

From Palazzos.

Out Friggan Standing !

Bow tie pasta and chiggin...real chiggin with artichoke hearts, sun dried maters , spinach and capers. I love capers.

Capers in the Morning

Capers in the Evening

Capers at Suppertime.



HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY


:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

Bliss a rama....and the really good bread too..... now if I only had a nice dry red wine. Oh well.

Damn.

Life is good.



Ciao

Aunty Pol face down in the pasta, heading for a carb coma.