Work is busy. Freakishly busy. The kind of busy where last week I didn't eat dinner a single night. This week doesn't bode much better. Already I was asked to skip lunch today (didn't - hey, their issue on this one). I have a feeling I'll be asked to stay late, at which point I'll point out that I asked last week for information on what days I might need to work late this week, and they didn't provide that info. Their problem.
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I do have on my nifty keen Nine West brown slingbacks. With extraordinarily pointy toes and extraordinarily high heels.
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Did manage to get Fantasy League numbers figured out for my sister's group this morning. My NASCAR commentary of the day..."Kurt Busch got the pole, so K and K got extra points. Busch's new aero package would be the cause - and yes, I'm referring to the pinned back ears."
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How to make racing fun when it's a boring race: take one part Bubbles, one part me, add a bunch of mini eclairs and voila! Instant insanity. Even Lorelai was feeling the effects. We should have our own XM radio show. I already ran some of our material past a coworker and ended up causing her to choke. We're talking gasping, sputtering, red in the face. And that was just over "Newman's going down on Johnson!"
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Back to work. May not surface for another...forever. *sigh* And I have NASCAR pictures to share! (God, and I have to tell about the Pit Road Pets book which has the best picture of Elliott Sadler in existence. And possibly the best pictures of Jimmie Johnson ever.)
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I do have on my nifty keen Nine West brown slingbacks. With extraordinarily pointy toes and extraordinarily high heels.
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Did manage to get Fantasy League numbers figured out for my sister's group this morning. My NASCAR commentary of the day..."Kurt Busch got the pole, so K and K got extra points. Busch's new aero package would be the cause - and yes, I'm referring to the pinned back ears."
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How to make racing fun when it's a boring race: take one part Bubbles, one part me, add a bunch of mini eclairs and voila! Instant insanity. Even Lorelai was feeling the effects. We should have our own XM radio show. I already ran some of our material past a coworker and ended up causing her to choke. We're talking gasping, sputtering, red in the face. And that was just over "Newman's going down on Johnson!"
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Back to work. May not surface for another...forever. *sigh* And I have NASCAR pictures to share! (God, and I have to tell about the Pit Road Pets book which has the best picture of Elliott Sadler in existence. And possibly the best pictures of Jimmie Johnson ever.)