The usual random stuff -- more absurd than interesting

And some of it downright lewd. After watching the Case Histories trailer yesterday and drooling on my keyboard, I now know that I'd ask the proverbial though ever-elusive fairy for 1) a threesome with Roger Federer and Jason Isaacs, and 2) for the necessary self-assurance to actually pull it off. Since there are always three wishes, I might ask for 3) the loss of 6 more kilos and putting the boobs back where they used to be 10 years ago. Permanently. And the weight loss exactly where I want it. (Never give a fairy a loophole!)
Superficial?
Yes, probably.

Boss was a bit fractious yesterday, and drove me to distraction by nitpicking a report I'd written. (It always starts out serious, and then I get annoyed to the point where I start laughing, and from then on it continues more like a game)
Anyway, when I'd just passed the laughing threshold, I told him that now I had understood why men are wearing ties -- merely in order to make strangling them easier.
Boss, glaring: And where did you get that from?
Me: Nowhere, I just thought of it myself.
Boss *iz impressed*

A little later -- still going through the very same report -- boss delivered one of his famous non-sequiturs, asking me (why me??) why Irene had asked for instructions re. an email he'd sent to the Embassy's main mailbox.
Me: Well, what was it about?
Boss: The questionnaire we had to fill out after the EU-Seminar.
Me: Ah, that's clear then: she'd forwarded it to you from the Embassy mailbox, and instead of forwarding it to Vienna with the filled-out questionnaire attached, you clicked "answer", so it landed in the mailbox, and without attachment. [happens all the time]
Boss, indignant: No way! I sent it to Vienna.
Me: Wanna bet?
We shake hands.
We check his "Sent" box. Turns out he really sent it to Vienna, but from the main mailbox.
Boss gloats.
Me: OK I lost. Don't gloat. I just had no idea you... *stops because about to put foot in mouth*
Boss, sweetly: Ye-eeeees?
Me: OK I didn't think you were able to send things from the Embassy mailbox.
Boss, harrumphing then lighting up: So what did I win?
Me: A bottle of Rakija, as always, what else?
Boss: Yes, but which size?
Me: Well, a small one of course.
Boss: What if I want a big one?
Me: OK, OK, you get 0,75!
Boss: No, a really big one, 1 litre!
Me: There is no such thing as-
Boss: Wanna bet?
Me: No way! No! I'm sure you know it comes in 1l-bottles, and...
Boss: Coward!
Me: All right, all right.
We shake hands.
Boss gloating: But for this bet I accept a small bottle. On average I'll have got two 0,75 ones then.
Me: That's not true, because 1 plus 0,25 is 1,25, divided by two...
Boss *headdesk*: OMG you're sooo insufferable!

Last but not least: ze boyz will get their rabies shots today. Poor boyz, poor me. I hate the stress of stuffing them into their carrier. But it must be done.
I wonder whether Lola will be under the illusion of having accomplished one more step towards world domination, once she realizes that ze boyz have gone. She's in for a big disappointment once we come back...

OK, that's it. *tries to look sternly at self* Got reports to write, and must buzz off around 2.30.

ETA, 2.30: Vet postponed to tomorrow, because boss needs me today for report. Maybe I'll put that tie of his to good use. He seems to be in a nitpicking mood again...

Also, don't read anyting even remotely porn-y at work, if there's even a minimal risk your boss of opposite gender might call you. It's very, very weird.