the boy who lived

I just purchased tickets for the last Harry Potter film.

[yes, the midnight showing, in case you were wondering]

We've gone from this:

to this:

and endured all of the adventures in between.

Yes, I can hardly contain my excitement.

No, I will not dress up as Hermione.

Yes, I will cry through the whole thing.

No, Brans will not cry with me.

Yes, he will make fun of me and all the other bawling children.

[just like in the 6th film when a very

unfortunate series of events happen.

hint: snape snape severus snape dumbledore

snape snape severus snape dumbledore]

No, I will not have a Harry Potter movie marathon before this one.

Yes, I will re-read the 7th book before the show.

No, I will not take the next day off of work to sleep.

Yes, I will be exhausted.

No, I will not regret it.

Yes, I will commence reading the whole series again after this.

No, it will not be for the second or third time.

[more like the nineteenth or twentieth...]

Yes, I love Harry Potter oh so much.

No, I am not obsessed.

boss

My job has been frustrating and so, so busy lately, so I've been a little down in the slums.
[i.e. projects being delayed, too much to do that it seems nothing gets done, etc.]

But today, my boss came back from lunch and handed me a small brown paper bag that contained this:
... about 100 white gummy bears. He had painstakingly picked out each of the gummy bears one at a time, from a big jar full of them at our downtown store. [He said he got several funny looks while he did it... but man, am I appreciative.]

White gummy bears are obviously the best kind of gummy bear, and were just the pick-me-up I needed today.

But what a great boss. I seriously love working for him, regardless of how hectic my job gets sometimes.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go make myself sick on gummy bears.