It’s official: The house is SO messy (how messy IS it?) that I cannot for the life of me find the vacuum cleaner. And yes, it’s been THAT long since I’ve gone looking for it.
I bitch mightily about not having the time/energy to have a life, but there’s something to be said about avoiding reality. If only one’s oblivion were a lucrative endeavor. …
Confidential to those who decide on my compensation package, after Thursday’s commute from hell, Amy raises a point of consideration:
And as my female readers will tell you, when you have to pee you HAVE to pee. It hurts and it drives you to the point that you do desperate things to relieve yourself. Now, I’ve never found myself in the despearate situation dear Dawn did, but she gets major huge props for talking her way into a secure mental hosptial to use the facilities. That, my friends, is pure brilliance. …
And as if all that weren’t enough, she survived this episode only to get back into traffic and almost be hit by a truck. Dawn, we salute you. Your dedication to your commute to get to your job either qualifies you for one hell of a raise or you really should go back to NIH permanently.
Thanks girl! 🙂 I’m surprised NIH didn’t keep me there for observation. …