No sooner had I begun my own plans of befriending Network Hottie than he STOPS BY MY DESK to invite me to lunch. Mmm hmm. I get all school-girl-giddy when I see him... even though he's off limits (for many reasons). I casually accepted his offer.

In preparation for the hottie-accompanied meal, I decided I'd get up early and cut my hair. As usual, upon completion, I used the vac hose attachment to suck up all the little Texan hairs. The unusual part was the burning smell... I turned to find there was a t-shirt caught in the machine's underside. Oh, and smoke POURING from it. Nice.

So it's off to work with my cleanly buzzed head and best shoulder-showing-off sweater.