Unwanted guests.

Bees have taken over the studio we work on.

A co-worker and I came back from work to find this just down the lot from our office.   Another co-worker snapped photos.  The following conversation is what happened when we showed TDS this photo.

Co-Worker:  They're just down from our office.
TDS:  Bees?  Ooo!
Me:  Yeah, looks like all the bees ever.
TDS:  Are they Africanized?
(how she expected us to know this, I'm not sure)
Me:  Why do you got to make it about race?
Office giggles, TDS is confused, possibly didn't hear.
TDS:  What?
Me:  Why do you got to make it about race all the time is all I'm sayin'.
TDS: (puts her headphones back on and looks toward her computer, done with our conversation) Something, something, something about rice.

But... He's Little Enos.

While discussing her stalker today:

TDS:  She looks like Paul Williams, but Asian.

Me:  I'm having a hard time picturing a lesbian, asian Paul Williams.

TDS:  Yeah, but that's what she looks like, with the 70's bowl cut and everything.

Me:  But Paul Williams is an award winning songwriter, responsible for one of the greatest songs of all time.

TDS:  You Light Up My Life?

Me:  No, The Rainbow Connection.  So he's got that in his corner.

TDS:  Yeah but when he's an asian woman who is stalking me it's not cool.

One point TDS... Sorry Paul.  Maybe a Samoan Bret Mckenzie look-alike lesbian will have better luck.

Happy Birthday Dowd Syndrome!!

TDS came in to my office today and announced that Saturday was her birthday.  She then asked what she should do for her birthday.   This is the conversation that followed:

Me:  Get a manicure.

TDS:  Ew, no.  I hate manicures.

Me:  Get a pedicure.

TDS:  NO!  No one touches my feet.

Me:  Get a massage.

Her face curled into a knot only seen on thousand year old redwood trees at the thought.

TDS:  Oooh, I don't like people...