I try not to talk about work on here because whoops oh Lordy there is the story of Dooce.
Haha I said "Lordy." My granny says it all the time. She says it with a look of feigned annoyance though. Like "Oh Lordy," while she rolls her eyes, except she doesn't roll her eyes because she is way too polite. NOt too polite to say "oh Lordy" to you though because you know she's judging you. But ina grandmotherly way so I suppose it's really only meant to he helpful.
But then there was work. And how some days are so packed with things to do that my brain feels like it squeezes it's little wrinkles of goo through my eyeballs. Which I hear is bad for your brain. And for that matter, probably your eyes. <And seriously how AWESOME and SICK is that photo? So much so I love it. Calm down I think it's just a jello mold...>
Today was one of those. But then my partner puts it in perspective:
Me: work is killing me.
Me: i am dead.
Me: corpse = me
Him: that would be a hot corpse.
<I mean is he EVEN PAYING ATTENTION?!>
Me: but still dead.
I might be a bit dramatic.
I AM NOT DRAMATIC.
