Sun-ny days ...
So, I have been at work for about an hour and a half (it's after noon), and I am seriously trying to think what ails me so I can go home. I have no motivation to stay at work, in the climate controled environment looking out my window at the warm sunny day. That is torture. I truly believe that one should not be forced to work on days so nice as this one. It has to be bad for your health. Plus, I am not going to be very productive. I just know it. Maybe I'll leave, run some errands and work a few hours tomorrow. No, that's stupid, tomorrow is the weekend. Five more hours. I can do this.
Oh, I was late for work today because I was waiting for the wood for our porch floor to be delivered. They were running slightly behind. But, alas, we have 63 1 x 4 x 16'-0" pieces of tounge and groove pine decking sitting in our garage waiting to be stained. Next weekend (hopefully) we will have a new porch floor. That will be nice. We are looking kind of ghetto.
Ho hum. Maybe I will go get some lunch. Yeah, that's it, I need some lunch. AARRRGGGHHH the torture of being an adult!!!!!!
posted by Heather @ 12:06 PM
9 Comments:
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Hey Heather...I one the sandbox. :)
no, no, I one the sandbox, you two the sandbox
I three the sandbox ...
You're such a cheater!
Fine..whatever...I FOUR the sandbox.
You happy?
i five the sandbox
I six the sandbox.
I seven the sandbox. And, I am not a cheater. This is the way things have always been.
You are too a cheater! I clearly said, "I one the sandbox" first. You can scroll back up and see with your own two eyes!
I eight the sandbox. There! Are you happy? I ate the sandbox! I tell ya! This whole being the youngest crap isn't that fun.
You ate the sandbox!!! Summer you would think that after all of these years you would know better! Ha Ha Ha Ha
You can never one the sandbox. You always have to end up on eight. It is the nature of the beast.
You're flippin' hilarious, Heather, just hilarious.
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