Hey Karl!
I've finished all the Personnel filing that had been squatting on my credenza like an evil toad.
And if I'm really diligent I might get all the timesheets in their files too.
::exhales::
JZ is taking me out to dinner tonight because it's the two year anniversary of the day she accepted my proposal.
And I've got permission to leave work early tomorrow so we won't be arriving at Lee's house after midnight.
And I've got permission to leave work early tomorrow so we won't be arriving at Lee's house after midnight.
Okay, now that I've read this again, cool.
note to self-- stop adding negatives to sentences.
Shit, I'm sorry. Should I delete?
Yeah, what's all that about? We're Buffistas. All of us the same we are.
Someone needs to get the KoolAid and reel up the Hivemind 101 brainwashing refresher course.
This is no problem, especially since that will give me more time to clean and pack.
Well, once we arrive the packing will stop and the drinking will begin. I am willing to haul stuff around however. Also, JZ is excellent at the rolling up of glasswear in newspapers and such what.
ION, anyone want to call my grandmother back for me? Because I don't really want to.
I went back and edited, Hec, since the first time I read that sentence it said that you
wouldn't
be here until after midnight.
Tricksy sentence.
Shit, I'm sorry. Should I delete?
I'm offended by the idea that I have a "soul mate". Or perhaps I'm offended on my soul mate's behalf. I haven't decided yet; it's like playing chess with myself with black on both sides.
Jesse and her damn diversity agenda.
Me and my damned impatient fingers.