McMollie
Glamoro!
G-L-A-M-O-R-OUS . . . Just one of the many reasons that I LOVE my co-workers. Mr. B took T and I out to lunch one day, just to show us how awesome he thinks we are by way of tasty Mexican cuisine. T drove us in her GIANT Suburban, so by default, she got control of the music and subjected us to her jams, including this little ditty by Fergie. It became our running joke. Pretty soon, these letters started appearing at my desk. You'll notice that the "U" is missing; it's on the ceiling over my chair. Gotta love Mr. B.
Glamoro!
G-L-A-M-O-R-OUS . . . Just one of the many reasons that I LOVE my co-workers. Mr. B took T and I out to lunch one day, just to show us how awesome he thinks we are by way of tasty Mexican cuisine. T drove us in her GIANT Suburban, so by default, she got control of the music and subjected us to her jams, including this little ditty by Fergie. It became our running joke. Pretty soon, these letters started appearing at my desk. You'll notice that the "U" is missing; it's on the ceiling over my chair. Gotta love Mr. B.