A Win, An Observation, Some Tidbits, A Request

I have just won the award for Wanting Mexican Food More Than Even Those of the Mexican Persuasion (it's just "food" to them, you see). Here's the rub - no one wants to go with me. Either they're away, not answering, immune to my extreme begging, or broke. Most of these excuses are LAME and deserve your WRATH.

Since I'm not old enough yet to begin taking my meals at a solitary table and, as a back-up excuse, have no reading material to accompany my loser-eating-alone status, I've decided to get my prize "to go" by which I mean "to eat hastily in the car because I can't bear to wait any longer".

In other news, work continues to amaze me with its ability to confound the natural order of things. Take that as you may.

And now, some tidbits for you:
1. I'm illegally parked in the Bread Co. lot across the street. We're supposed to park down Grand in a lot by Jay's International Foods, but we never do that. One of the newbies on the 6th floor asked two of us if that's where we parked and we laughed the laugh of the wicked illegal parkers as our response.

2. I'm not a Leno fan. Don't really care for his smug head waggering. But last night he had Julie Scardina on (she of "Animal Wise" with Julie Scardina on "Jack Hanna's Animal Adventures" programs) and she brought out a sloth. With a baby. Frankly, that wins. Baby sloths are perhaps the best things since single-celled organisms began scooting around the earth. The baby came out on a rolled up fleece blanket, hanging on, and couldn't have been sweeter whilst trying to eat a piece of apple Leno had hastily shoved at her little mouth region. Oh cripes, she was cute. And then Julie brought out the lesser apes and I lost it entirely.

3. I refer to "blankets" as "bobbies" - "let's put the bobby back on the bed", "I need a warmer bobby", "these bobbies are on sale", etc. I had to go back and change that in the above point 2 because none of you would have known what I was talking about - "rolled up fleece bobby" would have confounded you as you tried to imagine a fuzzy British policeman curled up with a sloth. "Bobby" is just one of those words used during my childhood that I haven't grown out of.

And now, what I'd like in return:
I can't find my MP3 of a marching band playing the "Sanford & Son" theme song. Can you?