Everyone in my office is buckled down working hard on their NCAA tournament brackets. The grand-prize winner in our pool receives a whopping $35. I have no idea what any of these teams are like. Neither does anyone else in the office, except the person who organized this pool. So we’re all sitting here yelling things like, “It’s gotta be Maryland!! We live in Maryland!!!” And: “Which is closer to Kansas City, Oklahoma or Memphis? Who’s got the geography?”
In other news, one of my boss’s friends has brought in his one-year old. She’s a tiny tiny half-Korean child toddling around in a miniature Barbie pink sweatsuit, with a pink barrette in her fine black hair, chasing a wind-up hamster.
