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I'm gonna vomit the hell out of this Thursday.  By "vomit the hell" I actually mean three bullet points so I may have overstated things. 

• So my boss just came into my office holding an antique sword (history is kind of their jam around here) that they had found at a project site we are working.  Upon seeing this, another guy naturally goes to grab a sword from his office.  Now in almost any other office any normal person would be thinking, "Why the hell do they have freaking weapons in an architecture firm,", but here it's just like, "Yeah, he's got a sword...what about it".  Anyway, once they are both back together, swords in hand, they both pull them out of their, what?, holster I guess.  As they get nearer to each other, my boss innocently yells out, "Don't cross swords, it's bad luck".  Well I immediately did what can only be described as a sitcom worthy spit take while they both looked at me like I was an idiot having no idea what was so funny.  So yeah, note to self...crossing swords is forbidden in my office.   
• Aaaaaand, I peed my pants the other day.  Amy at Chapters recently did a post about pushing it to the limit when it comes to bathroom breaks.  Her post actually had a much deeper meaning than this little story, but the topic was basically ripped from the headlines of my life.  I'm a wait until I pee my pants kind of girl from way back.  This particular story takes place on the very night of her post.  I had to go to the bathroom when I left the office, but you can understand that making the long lonely trek up the 10 stairs that separates me and the bathroom would have just been too much, so off to my car I went for my 15 minute drive home.  On my drive home my sister called and we start in talking about who knows what.  I do remember thinking that I didn't want to interrupt her story.  So just as I'm putting my key in the door to enter my house I all of the sudden realize that, "Oh shit, I'm not going to make it".  I make the mad dash by doing that ever so attractive leg cross run, let cross run, leg cross run, and I pull up my winter coat (cause it's apparently already time for freezing weather in upstate NY and there wasn't time to take it off) and down my pants come.  So I'm sitting there talking to my sister (doing my best to muffle the sounds of what's going on) and experiencing the relief of having made it to the restroom and I start to think that something feels off (you know, besides the whole talking on the phone while peeing thing).  I look down and don't you know that while yes, I had gotten my pants down and my coat up, my underwear had suffered a much different fate.  Yep, peed right through my underwear.  So it's at that point I tell my sister I have to go.  Now, you'd think I could have done that before I pissed myself, but hindsight is 20/20 I guess.
• Since we're already discussing completely inappropriate topics having to do with my underwear, here's another one for you.  I recently realized that I don't own one pair of underwear that isn't a G-String (not sure if that word needed to be capitalized, but it seemed important so I went with it).  It's not because they are sexy, because actually they're fairly gross when you think about it.  It's just that I have no tolerance for a visible line that draws attention to that part of my body.  Slowly but surely over the years as I've replaced old pairs of draws (in the vain of Will Smith) with newer ones, I've just totally weeded out any other type.  At this point, to wear anything else would almost feel like wearing boxers or something to me.  Anyone else?