Ha ha msbelle! I like my boss and I like my job, but calling in dick for work? Almost worth it just to do it.
So the SO just sent me a singing telegram for Valentine's while he was away on tour! Awww.
That is incredibly sweet and romantic. You are a lucky lucky woman.
When will I learn to just buy a box of valentines instead?
I'm with sarameg on that one, but I'm also with you, Kat. We never buy store-bought valentines either. But unlike Kat I'm lazy. Usually we just make them out of construction paper. This year the kids are going to draw a picture and we'll make color copies.
Sometimes you need a mental health day.
sometimes…
I'm gonna have interesting dreams. I can already tell.
I was taking the "calling in dick" idea the same way Scrappy was, but now that you mention it... hmmmmm.
the sugar cookies that we got at the grocery store for his lunch.
What is it with those cookies? My kids love them, their cousins love them. I think they are vile.
I loved 'em when I was a kid. Now they taste like pasty over-sugared flour. I suspect the sugar is the draw. And the colors.
Calling in dick (either interpretation) amuses me.
I was not productive today. I finished the book I was reading and watched the latest episodes of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Supernatural. I was becatted for much of that time. Tomorrow I must do laundry.
I shared "calling in dick" with the friends I was hanging out with (we were making valentine's day cards! Or, well, I hemmed some pants and made like, one card, while my other friend made 15) and they were highly entertained and by the time I left (seven hours after I got there) we were pretty slap happy and giggling about calling in dick tomorrow. Which very much confused the person who'd just gotten there and was crashing for the night, who was actually contemplating calling in sick tomorrow, having us be like 'Hahahah! you SHOULD CALL IN DICK!! AHAHAH!!"
I am so goddamned sick of layers.
I took "calling in dick" in the way that msbelle took it.
t /other pervert
That would be nice.
I called in dick once.... good times.
My coworker came in saying how cold it was, and I disagreed! It's because I've given in and started wearing my puffy coat even when it's up in the 20s. And she is from Florida.
I just walked the kids to school, and let me tell you, it is fucking cold here. I only wore one pair of (wool) socks, and that was an error.
