Leaving well enough alone.
What we talk about when we talk about work.
"New Orleans socialite Mickey Easterling sees your open casket, and she raises you a full-on Weekend at Bernie's extravaganza. Dressed in a pink feather boa, with a cigarette and champagne flute, and the word 'Bitch' emblazoned on a broach on her shirt, she insisted that she be propped up a bench during her wake, overlooking the festivities." -dw.05.02.14 #
A post from the daily flow of linkage called Fresh Signals, at Coudal.com.