thirty three minutes until vacation

So I'm going back to Colorado for another long weekend. In precisely thirty three minutes. And there's not a snowball's chance in hell that I'm going to actually get any work done before then.

(Sorry, lawfirm. I've been so good lately.)

Here are some choice things I've overheard lately:

1) A dad and his kid are walking down the street, engrossed in a very important conversation. Dad says, "And then we'll do what?" Kid says, "Duh, we'll go pick up balloons and marshmallows." What they planned to do with them, I did not hear, as I had turned the corner.

2) A guy is pontificating to a group of his friends, and all I manage to hear is, "I'm sure Hitler was a nice guy, but..."

3) I get in the elevator with a number of other women who must work in a law firm upstairs. One of them says, "I mean I can't believe he acts like that. He's an attorney. He's a grown up. He should know better." I stop her, of course, because I am charming and funny, and I say, "I think you've made a mistake. You've said he was an attorney AND a grown up." Everyone laughs and one woman says, "Isn't there a word for that? Like idiot-moron or something?"
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I've had an epiphany about something I mentioned a while ago regarding dating -- what the difference is between who someone is and how that person treats you. Who someone is will be very unlikely to change. How that person treats you? Well, that can change at the drop of a hat.
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Speaking of change, I am appealing to all the dorks out there. How many of you noticed that Delta's campaign (which really isn't so new anymore, but is something like "We are change" or "Change is what Delta's all about") is really just a big math joke?
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I typoed decaf coffee the other day as "decarf" coffee and that just made me giggle.
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Fernando and I got into a heated discussion today about the what-would-you-like-to-be-in-a-bathtub-full-of debate, because I said it would be yogurt today. ("if it wasn't cold," I added.) He argued that I wouldn't want to eat my way out of a bathtub full of yogurt and I said no, probably not, and he said, then what's the point of being in a bathtub full of it? Why would I fill a bathtub full of butterscotch pudding, he asked, if I weren't going to eat my way out of it?

Good question, Fernando.
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Has anyone else noticed that Samoas changed their names? They're Caramel Delights. I asked an Australian I know if they have girl scouts in Australia (where the Samoans might actually be upset about having the MOST DELICIOUS COOKIE IN THE WORLD named after them) but he said no, there are no girl scouts in Australia (and hence, no girl scout cookies). Girls, however, can join the Scouts, and it turns out there is a band in Australia called "Scouting for Girls." (I currently have one of their songs stuck in my head.)

And now it's three minutes INTO vacation! WOO HOO!