that the people in my soon to be job are really looking forward to me starting. This isn't so much because I will be relieving the burden of them working short as much as...
I will bring a sparkle to the department. It's just too quiet, I'm told. It needs some life. Apparently that is my assignment.
My husband promised to take me out to dinner...
if he wins the lottery tonight. I asked, McDonald's? He said we could split a 20.
My son told me that I have issues...
A statement that I strangely take pride and a measure of satisfaction from. All I did was walk into his room blowing an extended raspberry. What's wrong with that?
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