I'm working all alone in this big house with a tile guy named Cheeto Zottolo. I keep catching him looking at me. What is it with all you little guineas??

--Foley

Me: "Hey, can you text me that photo I sent you?"
Foley: "Yah, later. I can't now. I'm on a 48 foot ladder. I'm not sipping a latte listening to NPR and blogging about myself."

Me: "Just signed up for my Italian Class. Woot Woot."
Foley: "Italian and Class? Isn't that an oxymoron?"