Ok, so Tracey and I didn’t go to Vegas this weekend, but it ended up being a nice one anyways. Very relaxing and something that I definitely needed.

With that in mind, I came into work this morning only to be greeted by this:

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reward: mandrake
immunity: capt’n morgan
bootys: Trish, rhino

Ack! Sent at 4.37pm, way after the deadline. Oh well…looks like I’m sharing points with her.

Also saw this:

Due to the variance in my arrival time here at GD - I am now going to promote the Good Golden Gate driver award. I’ll decide who has had the least amount of incidents and that person will get a prize. Why am I doing this - because you people scare me…for example

just today - the Land Rover was going 50 mph until she deftly turned into a spot and turned off the engine. Yep, heaven forbid you were in Carol’s way.

last week - I was driving with the person Dave claims is “ever lost”. Maybe it is because he is driving a Porsche now - but that man feels the need to speed and hugs the curb even in a regular size car.

the week before I caught Tina doing the hair toss and then revving up the celica convertible.

Joe told me at lunch that his steering column jumped - so if you see a Focus making a turn - hold your breath

and I can’t count the number of times I have seen Allen racing Central Expressway…lead foot Ellis they call him…

Thank goodness I always get in before Julie :)