In the same sentence...

Julia and I were having a conversation on our social lives and the challenges of having one as a single woman. In the same sentence, the conversation became about gangrene.

This kind of confusion haunts me and is surely to blame for my lack of productivity. I spend WAY too much time trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

Well, shut my mouth and paint me.....gray?

Gary was tasked with painting the small bathroom gray today. About 20 minutes after he got started, Teri went to check out what he was up to and then I heard this from my office...

Gary: GOD damn it! Jesus Christ! I can't BELIEVE I did that!

Now, if this had happened on my first day working at Brookside, my 57th, or even my 217th, I would have quickly gone to see what the problem was. But since we're on day 4 or 500 and something, I stayed where I was and waited for the problem to come to me. Because I knew it would.

Within a minute, Teri walked into my office completely drenched in gray paint from the knees down. All over her jeans, and completely covering her shoes.

I waited another 5 minutes before going to see what had actually happened. I figured Gary would need some time to calm down. I found him in the midst of gray destruction, barefoot, with one pant leg rolled up and paint in between his toes. Poor Gary.

Shooting blanks....

at the gym. Weird place for it, huh? When I hear that phrase I usually picture a guy engaged in a clandestine act or someone trying to scare off a coyote.
According to Julia, it's a description of what women do at the gym, because they're uncomfortable. She says they walk in shooting blanks.
She meant blank stares.