This post is part of Spin Cycle over at Sprite’s Keeper, where the topic today is “Best Of.”  Head on over there to see what a bunch more bloggers are throwing out there as their best of …

I unequivocally, absolutely, without a doubt have NOT been around long enough to recycle my content but because a) I like to play with the big kids and b) recycling is hip and c) I get to take a day off, I’m playing Spin Cycle with Sprite’s Keeper!  Yea, me!

And because the post I’m spinning is only a month old (as is this blog, btw), I’m going to post part of my friend The Stiletto Mom‘s recycled post right here.  Because I love her.  And because that’s how I found Sprite’s Keeper.  And because now I can thank them both for letting me go outside and walk to my son’s school and watch him in the 1st grade play where he’s portraying, with great seriousness, Limburger Cheese (I can’t make this shit up!).

From The Stiletto Mom:

How To Make An Entrance…

I went on a call this week, new agency for me, they haven’t done a whole lot of online advertising before so I had not been there before. I love new business calls, I really do. The chance to explain what my company does to a fresh set of ears can fuel my shallow sales ego for days on end.

I was lookin’ good…cute black and white dress, kicky red peep toe heels… I was ON. I walked from the parking garage to the meeting thinking, “Today is a great day.” Yeah well, not so much. Again, let’s refer back to the fact I work for a start up and sometimes you don’t get the hottest equipment in an effort to trim the bottom line. And I get that. But for one year, I have been lugging around this POS computer I call my “27 pound gray baby”. For the purposes of easy reading, let’s call her Bertha. Because she does weight 27 pounds, she is gray, and she sucks. They assure me a new computer is on the way lest I develop a work induced massive back injury from carrying Bertha around, rumor has it that the new beast, albeit lighter, will arrive Monday. Meh….we’ll see.

Anyheavy, Bertha was still my companion that day and and I walked into the skyscraper office building lugging her sorry ass on my back. I was confident, I was sure I had a great pitch to give, ready to set the world on fire. I stepped out of the elevator in my stilletos, confident stride and attitude, check! What didn’t know is that that Bertha and the elevator had some communication on how to totally screw me over at some point because wouldn’t you know it, for the first time in my life, my heel got stuck in the crack between the elevator and floor. Not just a little stuck, a lot stuck. And I pitched forward like a mad woman. Two arms, one leg, full force forward, the other leg not moving due to the fact the heel was stuck firmly in the crack.

Read the rest!

And tomorrow?  A review of “The Cheese Stands Alone” starring …. Limburger!