Lunch Walks and "Clippings"

Meant to post this on Friday, but I GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO PEOPLE.  (just kidding, I'm just lazy.) I finally finished putting together a butterfly-themed package for my Compassion International kid.  She loves butterflies, so I stuck in a sheet of glittery puffy butterfly stickers (aren't those the best?!), an 8x10 inch puzzle, and a poster with various species of tropical butterflies and their names.  Funny how I, a midwestern American, have to pay good money to see those special butterfly exhibits at a museum and even pay extra to enter a butterfly cage, while those same "exotic" butterfly species are fluttering around in her own backyard.

The day was nice and sunny, so I ended up walking to the post office from work during my lunch break to send out the butterfly package.  It's half a mile away, so it made for a nice stroll to get there and back.  During my walk, no, I did not encounter any butterflies.  However, I did stop to appreciate the roses that were growing near our office building.

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Then of course I returned to work and right before lunch, I heard clipping on the other side of my cubicle, as in the click of tiny metal plates crunching across a nail (I assumed fingernail) and the clack that followed as the severed nail ricocheted off the desk.  As if things couldn't get any worse, I then heard a co-worker walk by and shout, "oh gawd, Frodo, put your shoes back on!"

Gross.