Rollie chair

Fifteen minutes ago we were supposed to have a really important meeting about some new website functions for which we Creatives need to create a fancy how-to.  He Who Shall Not Be Named walked on our office, smiled, and then walked away to talk to Joe Bob about cigarettes.

So now Emerson and I are pretending we're at an awkward meeting where the only two people who showed up are the people who have no idea what the meeting is for.  Oh, wait.  We're not pretending. 

While exchanging varying looks of amusement, the writers have become restless.  Thus this snazzy piece of real life, courtesy of Emerson the Eloquent and created during the awkwardness that is fifteen minutes of wondering what the heck we're supposed to be doing:

"I has a rollie chair!  I'm gonna roll everywhere!"

In other reminiscent news, I can remember a day a few months ago when Helga forgot a meeting with the boss man.  She got in major-duper-awful trouble.  Interesting, non?

Maybe I will make up the instructions and we won't need a meeting at all.