I'm Almost Sure This Isn't Worthy Of A Post, And Yet...

This really doesn't merit writing down, but, hey, it's Friday and you're probably trying to coast through the last hour of work, so here goes... When my friend Tracey and her dog Maxie visited this weekend, they left a couple of dog toys. One of them is an adorable and very realistic looking squeaky wine bottle, as seen here: Yesterday I was working in my office - and this is another completely worthless aside, but it's Friday Afternoon Rules, so by "working" I mean "compulsively watching The Secret Life of the American Teenager on Netflix" - and I could hear the cleaning ladies in the media room across the hall. I love listening to them because I'm charmed by English spoken with a Slavic accent and these gals inspired me to create my character Babcia. Anyway, because they were speaking to each other and not us, they conversed solely in Polish. I was only vaguely aware of them chatting and moving things around because I was way more focused on the kid with Downs syndrome ordering a prostitute off the internet. (How are you not watching this show?? OMG, YOU MUST. It's like a parody of a parody, but they're all completely serious.) However, the gals stopped working to gather together and then this is what I heard: Polish words question mark Polish words question mark Polish words question mark squeak squeak squeak I assumed one of the dogs had a toy, but when I finally tore my eyes away...