I have a really quick preface before I get into this post, but it's necessary because it applies to the rest of the post.
I have a job.
Like, an actual, honest-to-goodness, full-time, I-don't-work-from-my-house-anymore job. I mean, I'm not going to go into a bunch of detail right now about how it all happened, but to make a long story short, I got a pretty good offer and George was like "Take it. Take the job, AJ. AJ, take the job. TAKE IT." because apparently he hasn't been having fun being the only one of us with a steady income or whatever. So, anyway, yeah. I have a job, now.
I was at work yesterday when I got this email:
Puppies, you guys. Puppies. Delivered directly to your office for a play date! How freaking awesome is that?!
I was understandably excited about the prospect, especially considering that if this had happened a mere month ago, I wouldn't even have had an office for the puppies to be delivered to. Obviously it was fate, right?
|I may have forgotten to tell him about the email from Uber. It led to some confusion.|
But on the bright side... pie.
George: *to the box* "Sorry, one sec... *turns to me* what?"
|Baby Turtle took part in the festivities, too.|
|I wish every day was a National Pie Day.|