it is rumored, however, that the day after birthdays and holidays all calories count double
nuh-uh! I happen to know that calories don't count during your entire birth month.
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it is rumored, however, that the day after birthdays and holidays all calories count double
nuh-uh! I happen to know that calories don't count during your entire birth month.
nuh-uh! I happen to know that calories don't count during your entire birth month.
::perks up, as August is birth month::
Calories are a unit of measuring heat.
Ice cream is cold.
Therefore, ice cream has no calories.
ooh Trudy. I like the way you think.
Your logic works for me, Trudy!
Late to the party, but safe travels Drew and Kristin and best possible outcome for your mother.
I am finally released from durance vile. One week left on this contract and NOW they ask me to put in overtime. Eight hours, today. Bleah. The paycheck will be nice, though, and coming right before the end of the job, actually quite welcome. I think I need to stop for ice cream on the way home as a treat.
Work is being less distracting than I had hoped. As is the quietness of the board today.
I like the way Trudy thinks. I think I'll go get me an ice cream sandwhich from the freezer.
I decided the majority of what I needed to do was paperwork, and doable from home (thank you laptop). Legs are too tired to traverse crazy Frank Lloyd Wright building for 14 days straight.
Work is being less distracting than I had hoped. As is the quietness of the board today.
Pity you couldn't hop into my head, Sean. It's being distracting enough for three people. *sigh*
I can post about more customer service madness. How about the time we had the frenchies in two separate carriages? We're not supposed to trot the horses in Chicago (except in special circumstances like getting up a hill or missing cross traffic) but the driver on the other carriage was new so when his passengers asked him to trot he complied. I caught up to him at a light and told him it wasn't OK and one guy in the back of my carriage started shouting at me "we are ambassadors! We will sue you and we will sue your company!" ...come to think of it the story's not half as amusing if you can't hear the funny impression I'm doing of his accent. In the end when we got back to the stand my boss offered to call the police sergeant on duty and the "ambassadors" paid and left. Betcha can't guess what they tipped us.
this site is pretty distracting