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I wonder how author's do it. How do you sit down and start to put together in an intelligent way something to say that hasn't been said a million times before. I'd bitch about my day but well it's just a sad little life I lead sometimes.
Picture this. People fly in from Md and Va to sit with me and examine what I do and learn my wisdom. Meanwhile I rock sophistication when I giggle at the word "duties" (I curse you Friends tv show and your wit and humor over the years!). Clearing my throat I start again only to fixate on the one wonder boy's Mr T gold chain braclet (I curse you again Friend's) and start giggling. I can't believe someone with a big chunky gold chain braclet is sitting in my cube in 2007. Hello 1977 called and wants their jewelry back. Let's forward to 2pm in my day when Mr BIG HUGE BOSS takes a stroll down our isle to visit. My voice cracks in my desperate attempt to brown nose my way to his inner circle. My co workers see an opportunity to look good themselves and do not try to stifle my attempt at conversation. I am babbling and all the time thinking "his hair looks like a bathing cap my Mom used to wear". My co workers smirks tell me they are thinking "oh if only she had a few beers down her this would be even better".

NOTE as I am typing this my husband is in the door way rambling on about an episode of Cops. "tasers" "pepper spray" Shoot me, shoot me now.

nuff about today and my real life version of The Office.

Note: husband back rambling again but using his nasal spary between sentences. Why again did I marry?

Yesterday I bought a new car! No not a new NEW one I have not won the lotto. But a newER one. I drove it I loved it I bought it. I pick it up saturday (St Patrick's Day btw!!!) Me to husband: What should I name her. I always name my cars Him: Corned Beef?