I must need a little B5

Okay, so I've been mis-hearing a lot of things at work lately, just background conversations that my brain is making more interesting by translating them as something different. For example, I could have sworn I heard one of the managers on my floor ask yesterday, "Did you feed the hostages?"

Today, I caught bits of a conversation about cows that my soon-to-be-ex-manager was having, and I mis-heard the phrase, "They call it a Keffer."

Of course, that led me to a jms line, borrowed from Monty Python regarding the B5 character, Keffer which I won't repeat since too many people reading this don't know about that yet.

:)

Okay, so my aerobics instructor is, well, an aerobics instructor - blond, cute, bubbly, perfect body - you know the type. But I think the class will be fun. She seems cool, and there will be regular weight & measurements taken, so that should satisfy my obsessive need to know if I'm actually accomplishing anything.

I'm thinking I'll start riding my bike to class until it gets too cold/dark. Not for my Thursday voice class though, since it doesn't get out until after 9. Now the question, to buy a parking permit, or not?