Nine. Yes, today is brought to you by the number nine.
Anyways.
I'm going to be up all night making chocolates for this stupid wedding shower that we're throwing at work tomorrow. I HATE working in an office full of young women, because we have six or seven showers a year. When we have a shower (bridal or baby), we're all supposed to bring food for the potluck, and, of course, a gift. I don't really like a lot of my co-workers all that much - I don't want to spend $36 for a cereal bowl for you, thank you very much. *sigh*
2 comments:
wow--nine. dang. I need to call you.
You sound like my wife.
"Now they're collecting for this, not they're collecting for that, now I have to bring this in, now I have to bring that in."
I fear that someday she'll bring some sort of firearm to work.
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