Dammit this office is freezing

For reals, I have decided to never go pantsless in my office anymore. And it's not the good kind of pantsless. Don't get me wrong, I'm a massive fan of refusing to wear pants. Some of you may know the story of the time my father refused to wear a shirt all summer. Which is every summer, by the way. At any rate, one night he even refused to put one on in front of a guest, so to combat this, I threatened to never wear pants in the house when his shirt was off. Needless to say, he wasn't impressed and said "Bring it on". But that's not why I now wear a jacket and pants in my office. The reason I wear the equivalent clothing to a breezy fall day when it is 95 outside is that I work in an igloo. And igloo where people don't give me anything to do and instead I must blog to about 7 people who either read this out of pity or because I'm insane.

A brief choir update: we had another rehearsal and I've decided that the whole experience is some weird sort of torture originated in the Netherlands, those Dutch bastards. Every time I give up all hope and attempt to embrace the crapness whole heartedly, they tune. It's the damndest thing and clearly a mistake, but it happens. I also figured out who the old man was who looked like he was checking me out. Turns out he was, but not in THAT way. Stop it. You're gross. He's the father of a girl I went to high school with and if I had bothered to stare at his face I would have figured that out, but luckily Boston has beat the whole "stare at strangers" thing out of me. You know, the hard way. And I've more or less decided what that choir room smells like: old people. Moth balls and the same preserving fluid that my high school biology class used on those fetal pigs.

Which doesn't really segue to my next point: my dog likes cantaloupe. Nay, loves cantaloupe. I gave him some yesterday to get his little furry ass to stop begging. I admit that the whole concept defies reason somewhat, but in the past when our dogs beg for, oh say, celery, I just give them a piece, they realize their mistake, lose all hope, and then go take a nap. Being fairly sure that the dog wouldn't want cantaloupe because it has neither chocolate nor meat in it, I handed him a little piece and all hell broke loose. He's obsessed now. He's gone into cantaloupe withdrawel. For 5 minutes after I finished it, he stood with his front legs on my knees begging. Normally he's dedicated, but also flighty. I didn't even know he was capable of that level of concentration.

Finally, I am somewhat aghast to discover that I actually do really like the new Mariah Carey, "Shake it off", and that I have CONTINUED to like it for 2 weeks now. Weird.