I am declaring a work holiday. I do not want to go to work this week. At all. So I figure, if I declare that I won't do it, I might be able to convince myself that I won't have to go to work and I can just stay at home, sleep a lot, read, watch favorite movies, stare at the ceiling to see if I can discern molecules moving about, talk to my papier mache pig and otherwise do nothing that strains the brain.
But, the truth be known, I have to work in order to pay for my exotic lifestyle (not seen on the program, "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous")--you know, roof over my head, some food on the table, gas for the car, utilities, etc. So I guess I'll stop the whining and get ready for Monday morning. I don't do drugs or drink to escape my plight, so I guess I'll turn to Twinkies and Grape soda. I told you I had an exotic lifestyle (and you didn't believe me...HA!). At least this week will be busy, stress-filled and not boring and I hope that Friday will come sooner rather than later. One of the kids in the church nursery threw up on me this morning, so maybe I will catch whatever he had and I will get a day or two off. Just for your information, regurgitated grape gummy bears are very sticky and don't come off clothing without some real effort. If you plan to hold a three-year-old on your lap, ask the child what he or she has eaten in the recent past...and before you hand him or her off to another adult, consider how badly you want some time off.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
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Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!
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