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....oddly enough it's called a sleeper sofa....I laughed about the pictures. When I was a kid and I would spend the night at my great grandparent's house, I slept on the bed that pulls out from the sofa (what do you call those things? It had the Seinfeld bar in the middle of it too.) and when I would wake up in the morning, I would find my grandfather sitting in his chair watching me sleep. I found that creepy too but now I understand.
...my Grandma Denny always kept a Kleenex or a hanky stuffed up a sleeve or in her bodice.....
Thank you ma'am. That looks too good to eat, but I'll eat it anyway
...thanks dude, I missed that one the first time around...appreciate the re-run......love ya bro!.....This is an old post of mine, but around this time of year, it still seems to crack me up. Sorry if it bores anyone even more the second time...
One year while working in CID, our front desk lady was out. She pretty much handled all holiday decorations, holiday meals, etc. She was very good at doing this while keeping the division running smoothly. I used to tell her if she ever decided to retire after working with all of us guys for so long she'd probably need therapy, luckily she had a very thick skin..lol, anyway, she was out one year around the Christmas season, her husband had taken seriously ill and she had to take a few weeks off to be at home. The rest of the divisions around the PD had been decorated for Christmas, but ours still had a drab...police division look to it..lol.
One morning during the weekly case briefing, our Lieutenant brought up the point that we should probably get out the Christmas decorations and try and put some up to make it look good. He asked for volunteers. Everyone is sitting around looking at each other, while our Captain, who usually put in a token appearance at these meetings to make sure we knew he was still around, started frowning when no one raised their hand. My closest friend at the PD, Travis, suddenly became very serious and raised his hand. My Lt, kept looking to Travis, back to the Captain, then back to Travis with that "Don't say anything wise a$$" look on his face, but.....he should have known better. Finally, the Lt, said "Travis, do you have a suggestion for the Christmas decorations?". Travis, with no hint of his usual goofy smile or smart a$$ tone of voice stands up and says "Captain, first off, we appreciate you coming to these meetings. It's really good to see that admin likes to show their support." The Captain cautiously says "Ummm, thanks Travis, I appreciate that." At this point, I'm looking down at the conference table very hard because, although I don't know exactly what's coming, I know that it's going to end up with Travis and I most likely having to put up the Christmas decorations so I'm trying not to lose it ahead of time. He continues on, I'm paraphrasing here, of course, but this is the basic gist.
Travis prattles on, "Captain, Lieutenant, it occurs to me, and I think I speak for the rest of CID when I say it's my sincere belief that the member of CID whose name most closely reminds us ALL of a female should probably put up the Christmas decorations. I'm sure that we can all agree that Shannon, with a name such as he has, would excel at interior decorating at home AND at work and most likely already has a decoration plan outlined for the division. I asked him earlier when I saw him painting his nails if he had any ideas for decorating CID and he told me that he was hoping the Lieutenant would pick him to do the honors but didn't want to seem too anxious." By this point, our Sergeant has already started turning red faced trying not to pass out from laughter. The Captain is just staring at Travis, the Captain never laughed, at anything as far as I know, but he just starts rubbing his eyes with his fingers in a gesture of complete exasperation. The Captain gathers his notebook, looks at me and says "Shannon, you know, if you really wanted to, you could probably get that friggin' moron fired for harassment." He then simply stands up and quietly leaves the meeting without further comment, leaving all of us trying not to lose it and our Sergeant not knowing whether to laugh with us or deploy a taser on Travis.
A couple of hours later as we're all getting ready to go to lunch, I notice Travis hasn't been in his cubicle in a while. He'd been in the Sgt's office with the door closed for quite a while after the meeting. I start looking around for him and sure enough, I find him in the front lobby unpacking Christmas decorations all by himself. Everyone has a good laugh at him, as they walk by telling him "Way to go moron" or something similarly uplifting. I told everyone to go ahead, turned around and walked back toward the lobby, shaking my head as I started helping him unpack and put up the decorations.
Travis looks up, gives me that idiotic looking grin of his and says "Before you say anything, it was totally worth it. You DO have a girl's name and you just couldn't help yourself. You just HAD to come back and help decorate didn't ya? I bet it's like that feeling you had about your first boyfriend in high school, you just can't get over it."
"Keep talkin' Trav, just keep on talkin", I said with a stupid grin as I grabbed some tape and a strand of green garland and got to work.....
A very Merry Christmas and safe holiday shout out to all the emergency responders putting it on the line all day every day. Make it home safe, make a difference, make it count.
