I just got a call informing me that I won't be starting work until the 1st of September. I guess that's all right, but I hadn't planned on being unemployed for so long. And already there may be trouble about me and Logan having the same schedules so that we can take the same car, especially since I'm going to have to sell Mustang Sally pretty soon.
Sheesh, why is it so hard for people in large businesses to communicate with each other? With all this technology it shouldn't be this difficult!
I've reached that point in my apartment packing where it's hard to decide what to do next because I have to keep the yard sale stuff separate until after this weekend and I have lots of random things strewn everywhere. I look at the mess and want to throw my hands up in exasperation.
I've taken all the stuff out of the different pieces of furniture that we're going to sell, but now most of that stuff is sitting on those pieces of furniture! And poor Logan is still going back and forth about what he wants to sell of his stuff at the yard sale. And we only have two days left to prepare!
When in danger or in doubt,
Run in circles, scream and shout.
Oh, and I just added a poll to the sidebar there for fun! In case no one noticed it without me adding a huge blinking neon arrow sign pointing right to it. Not that the people I know need such obvious effects! ;>
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For the record, my sister is actually the QueeK of Geeks! She said so herself. She's typed it out more than once, so It must be true. She's the QUEEK OF GEEK! LMAO!
Oh, and I almost forgot; Matthew is the Queen of Musicals (when he's not the Mad Hatter). You, my dear, are either the Queen of Feather or the Queen of Earth-Muffins! ;)
I'm not that much of an earth muffin. Am I? Maybe an ambassador to the non-muffins in the world!
And where is Feather? Or should I say what?
Don't forget, Lucille Ball is the Queen of Comedy.
Heather the Queen of Feather!... I thought it was mildly funny. Otherwise I'd say you were the Queen of Blondes. You're certainly the smartest blonde I've ever met (and that's saying something)!
All Hail Lucille Ball, Queen of Comedy!
Actually, I'd say my old chum in high school, Feather, is the Queen of Feather, wouldn't you agree? Come Hither, Heather, Fither, Feather! Ye Gods, teenagers find the weirdest things funny, don't they?
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