Would You Believe

Every day when I come to work, people call me "Morgan."
I say, "No, I'm Drew."
They respond "Morgan."
"No, really. Drew!"
"--Morgan?"
I just say "Okay, Morgan." and walk away.

At night the same colleagues come in and tell me to "Fire Abend."
I say, "I can't fire Abend."
"9. Fire Abend."
I respond, "Listen. Give Abend a break. I'm sure he's got a family."
"Fire Abend."
"Okay. I'll fire Abend."
They walk away, and I figure I've given poor Abend another day off the chopping block! Hey, I wonder if Abend's first name is Morgan?

I came home yesterday, from a day at three museums . . . to THIS :

Yes, the fish and the frog were going at it in my bed. Their obvious awestruck reaction is due to my now infamous discovery (evidence captured on film). It goes a long way toward explaining where guppies come from.

I asked them what they had to say for themselves. Wordlessly, fish puckered up. Frog arranged the following message:

Who am I to judge, really (but they can get their own room, right?).

Next is the story of the teeny tiny Diet Coke who lived in a Shoe. How small can a Diet Coke get? They make one small enough to remove one set of finger nail polish (or tooth enamel) - I always forget the urban legend. It's adorable. If you feed it and care for it, it will mature to a healthy two litre bottle. Who, I ask you needs, just a swig of Diet Coke? It has zero calories to start with!! It's not like you are going to reduce the health impact? If anything, it becomes a slip and fall hazard . . . The jury says, NO!

Lastly, in the art museum, I happened upon this scene: Patrons viewing a photo exhibition of found images. I realized quickly, that the patrons themselves were formally staged, and unconsciously coordinated . . . all fixed on the same thing (a wall of text). Germany's Next Top Model? What do you think?