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Doo doo doo. I have absolutely no motivation to do anything right now. Which, when you're at work, isn't very good. Oh well, what can ya do....when you live in a shoe. My guess is buy a lot of air freshener.
As much as I'm tired and don't want to do anything I'm in a pretty good mood. Everybody at my house seemed to be in a good mood this morning. And I got to wrestle Archie out of bed. Well, actually to tell the truth I started jumping on the bed while he was still in it, whipped off the covers and slapped his ass a whole bunch. The wrestling came when he wanted me to stop.
I feel like I'm going crosseyed! I've spent the last week refiling boxes of last year's invoices that have just been sent up from sites. Yuck. The only good things about it is that the days fly by and me and my coworker can smack talk our boss (and other people) without having to worry about being overheard.
I'm so happy, I pretty much finished my christmas shopping last night. I've just got a few little things and Marc's present to go. Yesterday, while sitting around in the file room I thought up something perfect for Marcy dearest but didn't have anything to write it down on so I forgot. Now I have no idea, so those of you who know him: do ya gots any suggestions for moi??
Anyway, I'm off to the file room yet again so I leave you with this:
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving
safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in
sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body
thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"
As much as I'm tired and don't want to do anything I'm in a pretty good mood. Everybody at my house seemed to be in a good mood this morning. And I got to wrestle Archie out of bed. Well, actually to tell the truth I started jumping on the bed while he was still in it, whipped off the covers and slapped his ass a whole bunch. The wrestling came when he wanted me to stop.
I feel like I'm going crosseyed! I've spent the last week refiling boxes of last year's invoices that have just been sent up from sites. Yuck. The only good things about it is that the days fly by and me and my coworker can smack talk our boss (and other people) without having to worry about being overheard.
I'm so happy, I pretty much finished my christmas shopping last night. I've just got a few little things and Marc's present to go. Yesterday, while sitting around in the file room I thought up something perfect for Marcy dearest but didn't have anything to write it down on so I forgot. Now I have no idea, so those of you who know him: do ya gots any suggestions for moi??
Anyway, I'm off to the file room yet again so I leave you with this:
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving
safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in
sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body
thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!"