unravelling with every word
So, there was some sort of beer-related holiday yesterday? I know this because someone called in "sick" (Dear new girl: do not think you are fooling anyone. No love, me.) and also because it was eerily quiet at work. It's a very good thing it was eerily quiet, because, instead of closing with four people (myself included), as is customary on a Saturday night, I closed with one other person. AHAHAHAHA. The luck of the Irish was clearly with us, as we managed to get (mostly) everything done and be out of there only ten minutes past the time we were scheduled to leave. ROCK.
And then this morning, I was laying in bed, happily reading High Fidelity, and all of a sudden, the next thing I knew, I was in the bathroom cutting off all my hair. Well, okay, not all of it, but like. Four inches? I just couldn't take it anymore. I now have a very cute bob; not bad for half an hour's work. Yay!
So, who wants to come over on Wednesday and help me make cookies for 120 people?
And then this morning, I was laying in bed, happily reading High Fidelity, and all of a sudden, the next thing I knew, I was in the bathroom cutting off all my hair. Well, okay, not all of it, but like. Four inches? I just couldn't take it anymore. I now have a very cute bob; not bad for half an hour's work. Yay!
So, who wants to come over on Wednesday and help me make cookies for 120 people?