Dispatches

• I pass a billboard on I-65 every morning on the way to work that reads: Escape Gas Pain. Wait—it’s for a car with supposedly better gas mileage (28 mpg is NOT super fantastic gas mileage in my opinion). But seriously. Who thought that was a good advertising slogan? I mean, really?

• Just to keep you all in the loop: the lady down the hall who takes personal calls LOUDLY all day long—well, her daughter wants to drop calculus. I’m not sure how old her daughter is, but if she’d in college, do you really have to ask your parents’ permission? I may have talked it over with them, but in the end, my parents’ would have encouraged me to make my own decision and I would have.

• Yay for US women’s beach volleyball! Gold medal! (Boo for men’s beach volleyball. Since when have they worn shirts for this competition? Right, Mindy?)

• I heard Matt Nathanson’s song “Come on, get higher” on the radio on the way to work. It made my day. Or at least my 15 minutes.

• Tomorrow all the people involved in student stuff here at work are having a “Student Ministry Fun Day.” We’re going bowling. And we get the rest of the day off afterward. It feels a bit like an episode of “The Office,” but it’s also getting out from in front of my computer. So if you need me on Friday, call. I’m sure there will be stories after the bowling. And then I’m driving to MO, so I’ll be bored. Please call.

• You know it’s a good day to sleep in when your dog won’t even get up. I think Muffin had the right idea. If you see me later and I have key prints on my face from sleeping on my keyboard, be a pal and don’t mention it. 🙂