So-Hi-Do Vinylworks

Friends, Romans, countrymens, if I may offer you one word of advice to carry you through this week it is this:

Avoid leftover chicken tacos from your work's breakroom table like the plague.

Particularly *during* a plague...err...pandemic.

Food poisoning--complete with high fever, hallucination half-dreams, and joints apparently replaced by hot coals--during a pandemic?

I'd rank it up there with getting your face gnawed on by badgers, but during a zombie badger epidemic. Are they just regular angry badgers, or am I a zombie now? (Side note--If you get chewed on by a zombie badger, do you turn into a zombie human? Or do you get badger-like undead qualities?)

The good news is, test results are back and negative. (Well, for COVID, anyway. Not for zombie badgeritis of the face, but I'm pretty sure they don't test for that yet.)

Bad news is, I spent a lot of shop work time this weekend puking and then slept through Cyber Monday. Good times.

tl;dr: NEVER. EAT. LEFTOVER. CHICKEN. FROM. YOUR. WORK. BREAKROOM. TABLE. EVER. I'd make it a sticker design, but it's a pretty specific one and would probably have an audience of one. ;)

Love to all y'all, I'm headed to the shop.
Jo :)

P.S. May your high points of this week bring you more joy than the ability to keep down a plain potato did for me--that was A LOT OF FREAKING JOY.

My first Inktober—let’s see about making this a habit for a month, shall we?