I took yesterday off, because things were stupidly crazy around here; but you know what? I would rather have been blogging.
I know - it's sad.
After 17 years of keeping house, I'm particular about the tools I use. So, no more pushing that ugly, stringy, industrial-sized behemoth of a mop around the bookstore floors. I'm fast and efficient with the cute little sponge mop I brought in to work with me yesterday. The supervisor was only a bit taken aback by my supplying my own cleaning equipment. Wait 'til he meets my Swiffer...
Bunko tonight - I lost, but I ate lots of food to make up for it.
Hello? Whoever decided that high school seniors should be working on college applications precisely when their mothers are engulfed by the holiday rush? You are a very evil person. This unfortunate confluence of events may push me right off the knife-edge of sanity where I currently reside.
Blogger won't let me load photos tonight. Blogger hates me.
Rachel had something Susie wanted, so Susie said, "Rachel, give it to me!" And Rachel said, "No!" and Susie said, "You have to!" And Rachel said, "Why?" And Susie said, "Cause if you don't, I'll be crying..."
That girl has our number, methinks.
Maybe I'll go to bed before midnight tonight, just for a change. See y'all in the morning!