Real mature.

I feel like the doorman these days at our station.  Greeting and sending off new and outgoing reporters.  I've been there for about 4 plus years and well, that's a long time in local news.

Sometimes, I want to bolt the door down, and go on the air with a fabricated report of a massive volcanic cloud that will stop travel indefinitely... all in an effort to keep a few of my bestest of best friends from leaving.

Such was the case recently with F-dub.  F-dub was my cubicle neighbor, inappropriate joke person, paper football instructor, and stylist.

He also had a love of himself in photos.  As do most TV folks. So we took and posted a lot of pictures and giggled like school girls every time we saw our own pictures... that we had just taken... of ourselves. Sick. I know but still... we were ADORABLE. No?

F-dub is also a self-proclaimed expert in matters concerning the jheri curl.  F-dub didn't sport that greasy ball of fantastic on his head, but on a daily basis you'd think someone was paying us to say it as often as possible.

So, in honor of F-dub, while he was out on a live shot during his last night, we papered his desk with some Soul Glo goodness.  We counted, about three dozens jheri curls.  Nothing says "we'll miss you" like Lionel Richie, Ice Cube, and Little Richard letting their Souls Glo all over your desk.