First thing this morning, I was in a steering committee meeting. I wondered who came up with that term. I wonder what kind of image they had in their head. A committee that steers? That makes no sense. Does a truck have a committee to steer it? A train? A plane (well, okay, copilots)? Are there multiple steering wheels in cars these days? Whenever I’ve heard that term, I picture a decrepit pickup careening down a mountain road with no railing and five guys in suits trying to wrest contol of the wheel as they rattle downwards.
Okay, so maybe the management-type who came up with the term didn’t have that image in mind. This morning’s meeting was actually very productive.
Chipotle for lunch today. Now it’s Chris’ turn to be mad at us since he’s off this week.
And you know it’s going to be a good day when you get an email (non-spam, mind you) with the subject line “Duck Head.” (Ellen from the Foundation has a friend who has offered to rebuild the head component of the ABC/25 duck costume. I know, the subject line shows much more promise than the actual content.)
Just got an email that says that every Wednesday is now “$6 Martini Night” at Basta. Now that’s just freakin’ dangerous talk.
The gas pipe in my kitchen was successfully moved yesterday by a dude named Domingo. So now my range fits in nicely with the rest of the kitchen. Next up, painting.