I can’t believe that August is almost over. Where did the summer go? Were my parents right when they said how much faster time passes when you’re an adult? First Brussels sprouts, and now time, what next?
Not an invitation.
Holiday weekends in retail can be the worst.
Let’s pour one out for Hannibal.
Two more days.
We all know that the first rule of the Internet is to never read the comments. (Present company excluded, of course.)
Spring break is finally over!
An hour on the phone between various departments of my health insurance company and then another half hour to schedule a test makes me feel like this:
The snow piles probably won’t melt for another couple months, but it smells like spring and it’s wonderful.
It’s only Tuesday, and I’m already over this week.
All I need is something warm to drink and this song.
Ah, the “Clopen.” A retail worker’s worst nightmare. It’s trade lingo for either closing the store and then opening the next morning, leaving one with the feeling that it was a waste of time to drive home and maybe having a cot in the stockroom isn’t the worst idea ever, or working the dreaded open […]
Damnit. I think I have a cold, and the kiddo got sent home from school with a fever yesterday. Pretty sure this is karma biting me in the ass for being happy that school was closed on Wednesday because of the snow.
A good reader makes a good writer, some writers say.
I am traveling for work, and it is THE PITS. Does anyone else long for snuggles from their pet (and/or significant other) when they are away?