Stupid Hurts

I haven’t really been up to much lately. But one of my favorite ways to pass [tag]time [/tag]and get ideas is the messenger bag group on [tag]Flickr[/tag]
Several of my bags are posted in there, as well of several other amazing works of [tag]art[/tag].

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Today is my first day back at work after getting a half week [tag]vacation[/tag], and my team mates are already wanting me to go back home. Apparently most of my team has managed to clock in about 60 hours already this week, and we may be working the weekend. So seeing me come into work today daisy fresh irritated more than a few people. They also have been giving me grief for chuckling to myself every few minutes while working. I spent most of the week showing Sarah my [tag]Birmingham[/tag].[thumb:462:c] She has never been here before and was interested to see why I was so proud of the city. Plus she is going to be [tag]traveling[/tag] with me this summer to Italy, so we needed a chance to see if we could tolerate each other for a few days before attempting to travel together for a month solid . [thumb:456:c][thumb:457:c]

I had an awesome time showing her around town. We got a chance to visit a lot of my favorites places that I haven’t had an chance to visit in ages. She enjoyed the Birmingham [tag]Museum[/tag] of [tag]Art[/tag] and the place I go for coffee. We managed to crash an organ recital at the [tag]Alabama[/tag] [tag]Theater,[/tag] we were the youngest people there in a sea of gray hair and silver hair. [thumb:458:c]She got to see some of the other Museums and art installations around town. She also got to meet a surprising number of my friends since i needed them to bail me out since my car kept dying on me for various reasons.[thumb:460:c] I also ran into my mother who I haven’t seen in over a year while we were exiting a store.

Considering how much fun we had and silliness we got into, I really can’t wait till May and Italy get here.

And of course in an epic show of stupidity, never flirt with a girl at a funeral. There is always the chance that she was the last person to have dated the person whose funeral you are attending, Hmmm can you say inappropriate.