Tuesday, April 24, 2007
tuesday is, unfortunately, not the new friday
Things are slow at the c.u. ranch, where we’re still recovering from our earth day hangovers. Brutal. Teamocil went 1-1 this weekend in spring league, although ms. Ulty was in Wisconsin and miss casual was in Michigan, so we can’t take any credit-blame. Ms. Mmms, wanna fill us in on the action? There was a mini briefcase scrimmage in smith park on Sunday, too – sad to miss everything, the weather was unbelievably gorgeous as anyone with 4 out of 5 sense already knows. Ms. Ulty did run into Biz (briefcase 2005 fiscal year employee) in a Culver’s in Wisconsin on Sunday, though, heading back from a tourney with her high school team. And yes, carlo, she’s totally beefed up – it looks like she’s been drinking protein shakes and lifting weights all winter. Watch out for that girl.
Last night while ms. Ulty was eating sea bass and drinking decaf with titans of industry and finance, miss casual was at home drinking beer and eating waffles. It was Oberon, though, so that evens things out. Miss casual is moving in with tbrizzle this week, which is a pain and seriously detracting from time that should be devoted to engaging in blogworthy events. We hope tbrizzle likes pink razors and bar tape as much as we do. Speaking of pizzazz (that’s what we’re talking about, right?), what about this grassy banner for the c.u. summer site….we were looking for grass when we set this thing up at the end of last summer, but it never happened.
It may seem early, but put happy hour (hereafter to be known as “H60”) on your calendars for Friday. This Friday is ms. Ulty’s last real excuse for a Friday happy hour, as the following Friday is her last day of work before a summer of relaxation and fun. Probably lemming’s, no need to fix it if it ain’t broke.




April 24th, 2007 at 4:56 pm
not much to say except that rob berg’s merciless taunting of ms. mmms did not carry the day for team teamocil. plus he sweats like a horse where ms. mmms merely glows.
April 25th, 2007 at 4:18 pm
eew. we’ll get you in the tourney, my pretty.