My new job is so hard; I am earning my money now.It is supposed to be hot in Seattle today (it may get up to 70, please help me), so I have my summer clothes on including high-water Capri�s & backless, slip on shoes. Now that I am sitting at my desk, I realized my mistake; I am not ready for spring after all as I still have the winter fur. Time to shave off all excess body hair & paint the toenails, spring has sprung!
I hate it when I am sitting at a stoplight and casually look over at someone standing on the sidewalk just as they spit a loogie or shoot a snot rocket. I really do not need to be a part of that.
Sasha was talking in his sleep last night:
Him: hahahah
Me: hahahaha
Him: That sounds like fun.
Me: What sounds like fun.
Him: I don�t know, is it your grandma? Murmurmurmur. The bar.
Me: What Bar?
Him: The heat the heat heat the heatchow!
Me: That does sound like fun, let�s go right now.
Him: teeheehee
Later:
Him: (Agitated Rustling)
Me: You OK?
Him: I know this sounds petty, but the roofer who spilled molten hot tar all over himself today, do we really have to pay him time and a half?