My favorite part of my commute is my Urban Cowboy. He wears a beat-up leather jacket, tan cowboy hat (duh), boots, and Levis. He always has a cup of coffee, and he always yells “THANK YOU BUS DRIVER” when he gets off at 6th. He always offers his seat to the ladies (sometimes it’s me!) and never stands in the way of the doors.

I was at Edo buying shampoo with Naomi the other day, and he walked by with his yellow lab (!!!).

“Look, Naomi! It’s my cowboy!”
The receptionist looked out the window. She sighed.
“The Urban Cowboy, don’t you just love him?” She said.

Yes, Edo receptionist, yes I do.

Apparently I’m the only one in my office that thinks it’s funny to put a picture of a cat with laser beams coming out of it’s eyes on the front page of the site.

HELLO! Cat with laser-beam eyes?? What’s not funny about that…

A few years ago, I downloaded an old-skool Apple emulator so I could play Oregon Trail. It was especially fun, because we made our travel party out of people who we HATED. So then the game would validate my feelings by saying such things as “Dan* has died of dysentery!”

Well, today I came across a great t-shirt. And now I think I need to own it.

*name has been changed to protect my popularity.

Follow your nose, Bush!