Linkedin was pretty helpful tracking down an old reference for a job application. But it's not something I check all the time.
I survived the polar plunge. 20 minutes before jumping, I went to the bar for a shot of Jack Daniels. After I downed it, a teammate said, "That's a good idea!" and went up for one. Then she came back and said, "I just threw up a little. How do you not throw up?"
She is 21 years old. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Out Drinking a 21 year old is pretty impressive.
Not fucking with Cash.
I think I would be on the ground at your feet within 1 hour.
Nice work, Cash!
So I guess I'm not going to 4:30 yoga, either. Fucking work.
I would take a picture, but my face is fucking busted today.
I would take a picture, but my face is fucking busted today.
Take a picture tomorrow when you're all pretty. Or possibly before work on Monday. We must praise your bangs!
So, I turn 45 next weekend and have no plans. I want to do something. I'm tired of it being K-Bug, the bf, CJ, and me. I either want just my kids or a bunch of people. I am already in the middle of the pity party portion of pre-birthday-ness.
Ugh, Suzi. I hope you can come up with something good.
I'd been meaning to set up wireless here, which I hadn't done since I moved. So I went to do it, and....oh, right. It literally just took plugging in the router. So that's done!
Maybe I'll do my taxes next. Woooo, Saturday night!
Hearing you on the birthday rut, Suzi.(Mine isn't till fall, but I, too, get stuck with the same-old. Which generally includes my dad bitching about his health.) I have a big one coming up, and I say "Hell No!" to that again. But that doesn't mean I know what else to do.