Every day, my 12th grade twins give me a toy to bring to work. I send home pictures of how the toy is "helping" me, and then save them to this blog. (OK, obviously, we are not really doing this anymore. Teenagers, amiright?) It definitely makes work more fun. For me -- I can't speak for the poor toy. Please do not use any of my images or writing without contacting me for permission.
5/13 - Plate of Carrots and the terrible vegetable slaughter
I took Plate of Carrots to the salad bar with me to see if we could find some veggie friends, but I guess that’s like taking a pet pig to a sausage factory. Sorry, POC!
Ooooh! Look at the pretty shiny bike on BART!
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