Sadly, boys and girls, I’ve been working overtime. Six days last week. All 9+ hour days this week, plus physio, massage, and dentist appointments. Before the weekend. And don’t get me started about that.
So, I’m stretched thin. Obviously. The blog thus suffers.
Tonight’s posting, therefore, is the doesn’t-require-brainpower option of copying some of my Favrd/Favrotted Twitter comments of late for your chuckling pleasure.
Could be worse. I could just be boring the shit out of you with “Oh, woe is overtime. All that money, so little time” crap, but I have decency.
Besides, recycling is good for everybody. Without ado, then, a selection from the last week or so.
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- Ever wonder what kind of social pariah you’d be treated like if you worked as a salesperson on the Home Shopping Network?
As an effort to reduce the control commercialism has over me, I practice individuality by eating my red Smarties first.
- Tragically, kids, we’ve reached the saddest part of the morning: Steff needs to put on clothes. You may collectively sigh now.
I’ve played Jenga drunk way too often. Walking past unfinished skyscrapers unnerves me. Continue reading