Chicks are funny

I’m sitting in my office at work. Outside at the conference table about seven of the females in this department are sitting around talking about shopping. Who would pay $200 for a pair of shoes???? I once paid about $80 for a pair of work boots back in my machine shop days, but $200 for a pair of women’s shoes? And they undoubtedly are some uncomfortable things.

Yap, yap, yap. I should go into the egg business. This hen party convenes just about every day at this time.

I’m not complaining. Not really. It’s fun to listen to. And I don’t have anything else to blog about today.

I could close the door, but my intern is here. Because of lack of space, her desk is in my small office and I just feel funny closing my office door with a 20-year-old beauty pageant contestant student in my office. Ya know what I mean?