Like sands through the hourglass, so are the gchats of our lives.

Like sands through the hourglass, so are the gchats of our lives.

Jenn and Michele have been friends since freshman year of high school (they will not reveal how long this has been, but just know it’s been a looong time) when they sat in band class making fun of everyone else. It was a friendship forged out of sarcasm and poking fun at others, which continues to this very day. While still in high school, there were many moments where Jenn would be saying something, and Michele would finish her sentence, or Michele would ask “What…” and Jenn would be able to answer. This led to them saying that they each lived in one another’s brain (and many jokes about how spacious their brains were). And thus, the photo at the top of the blog…

This blog consists of excerpts from actual conversations between Jenn and Michele, with illustrations to add some flair (inspired by our favorite blogger, Hyperbole and a Half). Posts by Jenn will be in one font, by Michele in a different font. Any questions/comments/concerns are welcome: ShelJenn@gmail.com. We hope you enjoy a glimpse into the craziness that is our brain!

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Don't Cry Over Spilled Lunch

Like many inhabitants of CubicleWorld (we actually have offices here, but OfficeWorld just doesn’t have the same ring), especially those that don’t make the big bucks, I normally brown bag it for lunch to save some money. Typical fare is whatever healthyish frozen lunches were on sale at the grocery store...healthy choice (hc), lean cuisine (lc), etc. Those of you that have had these know the packaging is not all that sturdy and well, I can be a little clumsy sometimes...

me: i spilled my lunch all over myself and the floor :(
Michele: ohno!!
sadness!
me: i smell like herbs now
Michele: hehe
you're herby
me: i am
Michele: what was for lunch?
me: chicken and pasta lc
i was cutting the chicken and the thing flipped over



I didn’t have money to buy a new lunch and I was pretty hungry, so I channeled my inner Joey “it’s still food” Tribiani.

me: i ate what i could salvage from my pants (steven said i'm very classy ;))
Michele: that you are
that you are
i would have done the same




And whether or not you want to admit it, I bet most of you would have too!
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