Nineteen

You are now reading this in Patrick Stewart's voice.

Eighteen

Those who should get it will get it.

Seventeen

Bangin' on a trashcan... drummin' on a streetlight...

Sixteen

There was bound to be one of these eventually.

Fifteen

Sorry for the inkiness. I LOST MY TASTY LITTLE SANDWICHES PEN. The pen I am now using is an inky mess.

Fourteen

"When danger reared its ugly head, she bravely played her lute and bled."

Thirteen

Not so much a brisk witticism but moreso a statement of fact.

Twelve

I've been watching a lot of SVU lately, and a pattern seems to have revealed itself.

Eleven

This one was inspired by my husband. And weather.

Ten

I was going to be more specific and do a "Black Forrest Ham", but I reconsidered at the last minute due to a quick realization of how awful that would be.

Nine

The following also applies to new (or favorite) shoes, fragile items on shelves, and your comforter.

Eight

What you see below the boat are animal representations of myself.

Seven

Do you think she's wearing Manolo Blahniks?

Six

Sorry this was delayed - I had a few excellent evenings and therefore couldn't get to the scanner.

Working at a vet's office, I've heard noises from angry animals that one would think comes from the wooooorld beyoooond.

Five

I'll bet you never knew they were marsupials.

Four

It came to me like a flash of lightning.

Three

Media: Notecard and vet supply catalog cutout

Two

Today's tasty little sandwich was drawn while I was driving. Safety first!

One

Back in college, my Anthropology of Death professor asked us all how we'd like to die. I answered very seriously the scenario which the following thought describes.

Prologue

When I am at work, driving in the car, or anywhere else where I have a few seconds to myself, I think of things. Here is where I shall put these things, lovingly dubbed "tasty little sandwiches" for they are tasty and indeed little. The following are things I have thought about in the past 3 months, before I decided to collect them for everyone to see. There were other things, but some of them were stolen to add to a collage of my things a coworker has deemed collage-worthy.
Please enjoy.

This one describes how I felt at work at one point. I did indeed want to dress up and bop my office manager with a mallet. Note the pointy teeth.

A dog named "Ham" was scheduled to come in, along with some puppies. It brought the following touching, peaceful scene to my mind.


My coworkers really seem to enjoy sharks and I enjoy silliness, so I put the two together.


A former coworker had an eye infection that was so grotesque, I believe without proper treatment it may have eventually become sentient, bent on world domination.