Silly me, what was I thinking?

Random musings that Chris and the cats don't want to hear anymore...

Friday, October 07, 2005

I can't find a word that rhymes with "jubblies"

My work environment is very, very casual. My usual work uniform is jeans, a t-shirt, and flip-flops—and yes, I work in an office. Chris’s office, on the other hand, is more formal. The normal uniform for men is a long-sleeve button-down shirt, tucked into dress slacks, with suitable shoes. So this morning, I was surprised to see that he had paired a more casual button-down with jeans. He reminded me that on the occasional Friday, they can pay $5 for the privilege of wearing jeans to work and all the money goes to charity—this week it’s to support breast cancer research. Sadly, they have no catchy slogan to promote this fundraiser, so I proposed “Dungarees for Double-Ds.” After snickering, he countered with “Dockers for Knockers,” which naturally spawned a whole conversation during our morning commute. How about “Pajammies for Mammies”? Or “Vests for Breasts”? Or “Tube Socks Cuz Boobs Rock”? "Mittens for Kittens, You Know, the Ones You're Smuggling"?

I tried to think of something involving hats and racks, but that fell flatter than Lara Flynn Boyle’s chest.

5 Comments:

At 2:18 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Cleats for Teats!

 
At 7:20 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Tube socks cos boobs rock! I can't stop giggling....

 
At 9:29 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Berkies for perkies!
T's for tatas!

 
At 12:29 PM, Blogger lauren said...

du-rags for funbags?

 
At 1:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What use is wealth without mammary health?

Or for the geek office:

Take off every tie!
All your boob are belong to us.

 

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