the breakroom coffee is trying to kill me
Tag Archive: grandma
feel not obligated to absorb me today
I’m still grumpy, I’m still anxious, and nobody wants to hear all that.
it’s been four days since my last blog post, but you get no confessions from me
You know by now the blog is always the last to know and the first to take a vacation when I’ve got other things going on.
it’s time to fancify the cubiffice
I have never liked the word “decorate”. It sounds so 70s-ish. Like “modern”, which is usually describing something that is the exact opposite.
prioritizing Easter weekend: egg hunt before two days in the hospital
We went to a private emergency room because once you find out such a place exists, why go sit for three hours next to a syphillis flare-up with Glenn Beck above your head screaming across the room of plastic chairs and $3 bags of generic chips? Leather sofas with flat screen DirecTV and a Thai place next door, baby.
Happy birthday, Ehren!
My daily photo project didn’t make it to Day 365, but I did pretty well taking at least one photo a month.
somebody around here needs a good spanking
After work yesterday, I didn’t want to go home.
