I have been so busy at work this week that I failed to observe Wonder Woman's birthday, which was yesterday, Tuesday the 22nd. Well, I guess I observed it: I had happy hour drinks with my coworkers, followed by a pedicure experience with a whole host o' ladies from Woman's Club. I think that WW would support both of these endeavors. I imagine that she wrapped up many a hard day of pounding on bad guys with a round of martinis with the Flash, followed by a spa experience with Batgirl.
A lot of my time over the past few days has been spent attempting to beat various lawyers and decisionmakers into submission on various and sundry "deal issues." I believe that on Monday I likened my job to a game of Whack O' Mole come to life: beat on the bank over here, beat on the third-party consultant over there. Oops, that guy and his pet issue just popped up again - whack, whack, whack. Okay, he's down. Moving on.
Not the same as pounding on bad guys - but pounding is involved, with a giant metaphorical Whack O' Mole mallet.
So, sorry, WW for missing your big day. In your honor - and given my own upcoming birthday and numerous requests for gift ideas - I am considering several purchases on http://www.superherostuff.com/:
A Wonder Woman plush dolly! I really, really want her - and also her Batman counterpart.
Wonder Woman dominatrix boots! These would really put a WW Halloween costume over the top. But I'd like to think that I'd wear them year-round.
Grown-up Underoos! Remember Underoos? My mom never bought them for me - in part because I never did the undershirt thing. Nope, bypassed undershirts, bypassed training bras, went straight to the industrial-strength foundation garments. Got the bodacious gene from both sides of the family, fortunately or unfortunately (my opinion on the subject varies daily).
The perfect beach tote! Well, I already have this one:
But it needs a friend.