Hey, that smells good. Can I have some?
NO, SERIOUSLY, CAN I?
No, Magellan, you cannot. I gave you a fingertip-sized niblet, and that's all you're getting.
In less feline-impaired news, I finally got clearance and feedback to unload, politely and supportively, on the coworker whose productivity leaves so much to be desired, so we'll see if that bears any fruit.
Also, here's me, on ice skates, because certain people expressed a need.
And, in other-other news, boy, does my shoulder hate pushups. A dozen of them, using a narrow hand position, is it. Keeping my elbows tucked hurts like fuck, so I'm having to flare them to do more than, you know, three.
Other tumblriffic highlights of late: