Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette.
I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Still alive
although it doesn't feel much like living. I go to work, try not to make mistakes, come home, look around on the interwebbinetz, take a bath and go to bed. *sigh*
3 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Throw in frequent trips to doctors and hospitals, and you have my life in a nutshell.
Except that I think you underestimate your life. I know come this holiday season you will be surrounded by family - nieces and nephews to love and spoil, brothers to pick friendly fights with, and parents to love.
(And lets not even mention the two greatest dogs of all recorded history.)
Meanwhile my hopes are to be surrounded by whiny customers who want what they want, when they want it.
You've got a hellova lot going for you, and don't you ever forget it.
3 comments:
Throw in frequent trips to doctors and hospitals, and you have my life in a nutshell.
Except that I think you underestimate your life. I know come this holiday season you will be surrounded by family - nieces and nephews to love and spoil, brothers to pick friendly fights with, and parents to love.
(And lets not even mention the two greatest dogs of all recorded history.)
Meanwhile my hopes are to be surrounded by whiny customers who want what they want, when they want it.
You've got a hellova lot going for you, and don't you ever forget it.
Dark paper bag time? *hug*
Sending strength and positive vibes your way, Jammies. *HUGS*
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