Born to be...Boring?

Earlier this morning in the kitchen of my office...
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Me: Must have coffee.

Gaile (assistant extrordinaire): Those are cute sandals. And I noticed yesterday that you have a tattoo!

Me: You mean the daisy on the second toe of my left foot?

Gaile: Yeah, your tattoo.

Me: Nope, not a tattoo. I was babysitting a friend's 8 year old and taught her a song about having a daisy on my toe. So she drew me one.

Gaile: And it's still there?

Me: Well, she used permanent ink.

Gaile (laughing fit to be tied): And here I thought you had a wild side after all.

Me: Nope. No wild side, just a daisy on my toe.
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(Let me say that Laura will "get" this post, even if some of you don't. Of course, she knows the daisy song backwards, forwards, and falling-on-her-butt drunk. The rest of you may have to just imagine it.)

Impressive

Sometimes it is just so easy to impress guys. One of the partners in my office gave one of the other lawyers and me a pop quiz yesterday: How many ways are there to get on base in baseball?

It turns out that, by his count (which distinguishes "got a hit" from "hit the ball but the shortstop dropped it") there are ten. Nevermind that I only got three. I absolutely knocked his socks off with "hit by pitch."

Of course I know that one. I throw like a girl, and it shows!