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?