Maggie emailed me our schedule for the weekend. It was a fairly extensive email. I've got 17 minutes until Go Time. Sometimes, I feel like I go to work to relax.
Now, I'm NOT complaining at all. I'm actually more psyched about life than I've been in some time... and I was never particularly down on it.
RIGHT NOW: my ten year old is holding two plastic lightsabers and waiting for me to beat the crap out of him. I'm cutting this post short.
Love to all. Even you, the stupid friends-of-my-employee who ruined her bowling party.
1 comment:
hah, that is great. when i'm not half way round the world working, i crash at my mom's. my 6-year old nephew lives there as well, and he's pretty much the same, waiting at the door to wrestle (have me toss him around).
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