doodledee

Labor Day is over and I'm back from my August mental holiday. I'm ready to rock and rage. First, some quickies.

• Today was the day that Target rolled out it's new capital-B Business Formal dress code. For the gents: shirts and ties are the order of the day; for the ladies: something about 14-notches more professional than the hoochie pant / halter top combo that was oh-so popular this summer. (Don't forget the flip-flops!) We went out at lunch hoping to spot a newly professional downtown, but other than a herd of Indian contractors sporting white shirts and ties, it didn't seem like much had changed. Bonus report from Juettner on the inside: none of the big talk from the self-proclaimed corporate rebels was followed up with actual dress code rebellion. "I'm gonna wear a tie with Wal-Mart logo on it!" Sure you are, doof. Back in your cube.
• JoePa was shopping at Gabbert's last weekend - presumably searching for a super expensive Victorian-esque couch for his dog to puke on - when he spotted local newsbabe Julie Nelson out for a little Labor Day weekend deal hunting. After careful observation, his conclusion is that she is just as hot in person as she is on tv. I suspected as much.
• I painted our dining room on Sunday. Ceiling and everything. My neck hurts from looking up so much. I thought about assembling some sort of scaffolding system © Michelangelo.sistine.chapel so I could lay on my back and maybe take a little napsky if I got tired, but I settled for one of those extendable roller handles and a cold beer.