Our coworker Eric's in-laws live right across the street from where they are


At one point Mr. Mark Wahlberg himself walked past us and Heather and I made a beeline towards him. I of course, the calm, cool, collected one (me), managed to snap a first-rate, art-directed shot of Mr. Wahlberg and Heather. However, when Miss Blood took over she was in such a Wahlberg-induced epileptic fit that my picture was a total blur. Anyway, not bad for a Friday at work.


