Awfully fruity
I thought so.
Today my coworker P. got fake-mad at another coworker for saying that P. seemed like the kind of guy who would dry his own fruit. I have no idea how that conversation came about, because I walked in on it part-way through. But I think I’m sort of offended by the fact that P. took offense to the implication, even jokingly. I mean…what’s wrong with drying one’s own fruit? Is that gay or something? Too Martha Stewart-ish? I just think it’s frugal. I always wished my parents had a convection oven, because in the summer my mom’s cherry tree goes wild, and I wanted to make dried cherries.
On the other hand, when the time comes that I am offended by other people being offended by things, maybe it’s time to just chill the hell out.
Oh, also, I’m taking down the bridesmaid dress survey. I think I’ve gotten what I need to get out of it, and also I didn’t realize until I tried it on someone else’s computer that it was launching annoying pop-ups and advertising. I have pop-ups blocked, see, which is easy to do with the greatest browser in the world, Firefox.
IS that photograph? Yikes!
Hooray for Firefox!