I've mentioned before that the fridge in our break room is often a forum for some amazing poetry. These two take the cake right now and are the perfect segue into a long awaited weekend. (Sidenote: In writing this post I found out that "segue" is not spelled "segway." Good to know...)
I feel like this one could be straight out of a personal ad...
And this one just makes me giggle, even if I don't exactly know how to use all of the words properly.
If you can't read the tiny magnets it says, "You're naughty, honey, but my erstaz pride is wired in there like a feckless juggernaut."
Oh and BTW, I totally saw Spiderman's grandmother and Dwight Schrute at the Loring Pasta Bar last night. It was pretty intense.
Recent Posts
4 comments:
You mean it's not you concocting those fridge poems?
No! I figured it was you! Wasn't it? Now I'm really curious...
(Hanging my head in shame)I am just really glad that you wrote out that segue is pronounced "segway" or I would have had no idea what the word was...
Bwahaha, I think I have that same magnetic poetry set. My favorite poetry line in college was "I am an impecunious scholar." True story.
Post a Comment