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(I look pissed! I’m not!)

The story of HOW I got here is a post for another day!

This morning I got up at 6:30 to hit the ground running. So far: love the Metro, the people who work in the Mall are incredibly nice, people drive the speed limit on the highway here?! And also cross when the walk sign comes on?!

Ok time to keep going… I’m posting this from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial by the way. Just gorgeous here.

I dug up some old photos of my mom, one from high school (to follow up on my comment in my last post about how much we look alike), and then a surprise one of her at about the age I am now.

We joke about how much I look like her, but. Um. I really don’t think she can deny me:

Senior Pic:

and …… REALLY??

In case any of us were ever wondering what I’d look like in the 70s … there you have it.

So you may not hear from me here in the next couple of days. I’m off to Washington DC to woo some clients. But I’ll have the iPhone and will surely be all over Twitter and Flickr. Especially Tuesday during the day - that’s my “run around DC alone and take it all in” day.

I’ll be back to my regularly scheduled posting on Thursday!

Wow, look how attractive I am in any decade. These are freaking hilarious.

1956:

1962:

1974 (I need to find my mom’s yearbook photo because this is downright CREEPY):

1984 (I put on a few pounds that year):

1990:

and my actual graduating year 1998:

My senior pic wasn’t too far off from this either. Yikes.

Want to yearbook yourself? YearbookYourself.com. Don’t forget to send me links!!

So a long time ago, back in 2007, I told the story of the man in my office who is partial to Grandma Rose Scented Room Spray. I can not point out enough how heinous this room spray is. And again, as a reminder, we work in a small office. WITH NO WINDOWS.

Awful.

Yesterday, it got to be too much (YES he still uses it. FREQUENTLY.), so I did something crazy. I went out and bought this man some Febreeze unscented room spray.

Ok. That’s not the crazy part. I waited until he went to lunch and then I snuck in his office, found the nasty Rose crap, STOLE IT, and replaced it with the Febreeze.

And I’ve never been one to leave well enough alone. So then I decided if I was going to kidnap the Rose Room Spray, I might as well take it to a whole new level.

I blindfolded the Room Spray, tied it up with rope and took photos. Which I then emailed this man (and BCC’d all the other nasally offended coworkers) from an anonymous email address: we.have.your.precious@gmail.com. No really. Try it.

We all had a good laugh. And no I didn’t give the Room Spray back. I foolishly left it out in the open on my bookshelf behind my desk.

Imagine my horror when I come into work this morning and see THIS:

The jerk stole it back! And replaced it with … some sad looking machine cleaner.

ARG. This war is NOT over.

TO THE GUN SHOW?

BAM!

Uh yeah. I really need to get out of the office more. This place is turning me into a photobooth fool.