*Damn. It’s Thursday again. Who knew? (Not me. I know, I know.)
*Surgery went fine. Thanks for all the well wishes and good thoughts.
*I have my office back!! AKA Army Guy is gone. He left me a smoke grenade, an M14, a shotgun, and an extra handgun. ‘Cause ya know. I might get invaded. That’s twoooo wuv, baybee!
*I had an interview at Target today (she said with chichi French accent ;)). Cross your fingers it gets me out of waitressing hell. ‘Cause retail at Christmas would be soo much better. /sarcasm
*Emma’s hand looks like a henna experiment gone bad. That would be because she poured hot tea on it. (Yeah, I asked why too. She didn’t appreciate my curiosity.) New rule at the Hunt house: only mom can pour the tea! ‘Cause no one, and I mean NO ONE, whines like an 11 year old girl. Ok, I know y’all could care less about our little drama but I had to get it out lol.
And I’m off. Lots to do. What are y’all up to?
November 8th, 2007 at 8:03 pm
*Hands Lori ear plugs* Ugh, there IS nothing like eleven year old whining!!! Well, except maybe FIVE year old whining.
Well, you’re about as well armed as I am. I’m not allowed to say though. Lest someone is listening. (silly Rednecks).
Glad everything went well. Lurrrve Ya’.
November 13th, 2007 at 4:20 am
Yeah, heard that on the not allowed to say ’cause someone might hear …. bleck. Guys are so silly. But, guess the other side of that coin is that it’s our ace in the hole because no one would guess we’d be armed, ya know? Suurrrrr-prise! But tell Army guy I said the smoke grenade was carrying it a bit too far.
Good luck on the interview - my daughter in law works for them, and there’s good and bad. But it’s gotta be better than waiting tables. And if it gets you more writing time, it’s a bonus.
Hope Emma’s hand’s better - yes, I remember the 11 year old blues. Glad to say I don’t have those days anymore. And good thing for you is you have that to look forward to.