My boss lady is a chatty cathy today, for serious. She's in a crummy mood. . . well everyone is. I'm in a bad mood because I'm sick of this week. Anyway, apparently when she's cranky she likes to talk, a lot, about random things like hormone replacement therapy and telemarketers and her father talking so much that once, he made a guy with a cathater overflow all over himself (whoa!). Then she got called away to her son's school. Something about snack time and cake and he doesn't eat snacks during the school year but he had cake and now my boss lady has to go buy food for her son... I don't know. I just work here.
So I'm alone in the office. Just me and Max (the dog). He'll abandon me once he realizes that I've finished eating lunch.
Major thunderstorm-age this morning. Woke both Blake and me up around 6a.m. and it was so loud that it was shaking everything. Then it poured. And as soon as it was time for me to leave for work, the dangerous weather went bye-bye. Gee, thanks Mother Nature. I had dreams of spending the day catching up on my scrapbooking. Instead, I'm here at work... blogging. Okay, so I guess it's not all that bad.
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