balls.

I sit on a balance ball at work and won't miss an opportunity to talk about it. I realize, after being in the workforce for a solid three months, that it's not exactly the coolest thing to do, but I don't mind being a little taboo. Besides, who's gonna be laughing when my core and posture are as solid as Edward Cullen 40 years down the road and theirs is like jello, huh? God that's exactly what people expect the office ball-sitter to say...

Holy hell, could this afternoon possible drag on ANY longer? Nope, don't think so. I'm even sitting in a regular "Big kid chair" today because secretly I get more done in a chair than on a ball, but uhhh it's not making time go by any faster. Maybe blogging will help...

So what is it about some words that make people so, for lack of better terms because I'm tired right now, squeamish? I think it's funny. I never realized how weird saying "balls" instead of "damn, shoot, ugh..." sounds until I hear other people saying it. Not that I mind other people saying it, but I actually think it's super funny, especially when Liz says it. Speaking of that, I actually banned the occupants of 208 from saying "marshmallow" for a short amount of time because I just couldn't stand it anymore. After 20ish hours of some seriously awkward what-do-we-say-now? and omigod-I-think-Melissa's-really-mad time, I took back what I said. I felt bad about it, really. But in all honesty, it was getting hard to hear the word marshmallow used at least every 5 minutes of every day. I blame myself for this. The good news is that now when we say marshmeeeaaalllllow, it's still funny. Well, let's be honest, my friends and I think everything we say is funny (that's why I love them)... but really, we're funny. Get over it.

Ok, switching back to the ball now. I can't be away from it for a whole day. That would just be ridiculous. Hey weekend, hurry the eff up, thanks. :)