Pay Day!!!

Last Thursday everyone got their envelopes with their checks and direct deposit receipts at work. I never got one.
But today I finally got it in the mail.
At work.
From work.
Awesome!

You may or may not know that my good friends and I are all pretty much obsessed with The Daily Puppy. Every day, the first thing we do is check our e-mail to see the puppy of the day. We've been doing this for quite a while now. It's our passion. Our raison d'etre even.
We've always dreamed of one of our puppies making it on there. Today, our prayers have been answered. Not so much by the Daily Puppy. (Alli had image size issues). Instead, by ghersionmyjersey.blogspot.com.

I present to you,
Cooper the Goldendoodle!

Happy Birthday Dave!

Dave's 30th birthday was on April 4th and we sent him the best package cause he lives in LA now and we miss him. It had 30 bags of his favorite chips (all-dressed) which you can't find in the States, a Rated Rookies t-shirt, some lovely photobooth pictures of Laura and myself, and the most incredible birthday card to ever exist in the history of the universe. Obviously, JF made it.
Now that he already received it, you can see for yourself.




This is how much he loved it.

Yet Another Day at the Office

It was a hard day at work today.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

How cool would it be if "The Daily Puppy" was paying me $30/month to advertise on my blog?
REALLY COOL.
But they're not.

Oh, YoYo

Every other week they send out an e-mail at work updating us with what's happening with old and new projects, new people, etc. A couple weeks ago, Yoann was in it (since he started about a month ago) and they asked him a couple questions. One of which he answered in the coolest way possible. I highlighted it in green for you.

Translation:
Sid Lee: "Do you like to dance?"
Yoann: "Yes, a lot."

The "beaucoup" part gets me every time!!!

And he wasn't kidding:

Dreaming of the Good Life

Jeremy and I were talking about the number of kids we want to have.
I know this seems shocking but get over it.
It was hypothetical. Chillax.
Anyway, he wants 2.
I want 7.
He was so disturbed by my number that he had to walk away from all the fun.
Shortly after, I sent him an e-mail that contained nothing except for these images.



He replied:
"Please stop, really I feel nauseous.. Not kidding".

Unfortunately, I had already sent him this:



Sorry, J$.