I think I would rather chew on tinfoil than work today. Yes, yes, I’d say that’s a correct and fair assessment of my mood. My headphones got me through the morning. Now, having worked through lunch again, I see this afternoon sloping out in front of me like the white-hot sands of the Sahara and no Orangina stand in sight & while I contemplated a faux suicide attempt with a plastic knife, I just couldn’t go through with it. It’s so hard to get blood out in the wash, and I’d rather save my strength for whining.
Or chewing tin foil.
Oh WOW…Your really don’t want to work. Everytime I read “tin foil” and chewing on it, my teeth ached!
Okay, so we’re friends and all, but seriously? My father would disown me if I didn’t correct you and tell you it’s really aluminum foil. Because that’s what puts dinner on his table.
And I suppose the stuff in my pencil really isn’t LEAD, either?!?!
I don’t care, I’ll chew on it all if it means I don’t have to do my chores.
Hey, Jen, I’m going to be in your March Continental Knitting class! (I can’t attend the Feb. 15th one because I work during the day). But anyhow, it was a pleasure meeting (briefly) with you the other day at Yarn Store and More.
Hope the rest of your week goes better – hey, we’re over hump day, so it’s gotta get better from here, right? Chelle