died in a most horrific fashion, leaving me to fix it until all hours
of the morning. Sigh.
However, this conversation with my coworkers did amuse me earlier:
Chuck: Hey Gwen, are you a part of a cult?
Gwen: I am my own cult!
Chuck, to Matt: Look at her, doesn't she look like she's in some Eastern Cult?
Chuck: Look at those pants, and that shirt! In fact, I'd say it were a Southeastern cult.
Matt: Like Georgia?
Chuck: No! Like Vietnam! She's in a Vietnamese cult, I know it.
Guess I should get to that laundry I've been meaning to do for a while, yup.