*This entry has nothing to do with this dog or any other dog.
Three more hours at work - if someone could come and pick me up right now, that would be fancy swell. I just don't understand how it can only be 2:00 in the afternoon.
This is what happens when you're forced to wake up at 6:30 in the morning. If I had been allowed to wake up at 10:30, then it would already be 6:00 p.m. and it would be time for dinner and I'd already be home.
Why can't my job understand that logic?
I'm working on a flip flop bracelet this weekend. Trust me, it will be fabulous. Also, possibly, a gummi bear bracelet.
I know, the excitement never stops when Toastcrumbs is around.
It looks like it's going to snow outside.
This being southern Florida, the odds of that seem minimal at best.
But it totally looks like I could.
2005-12-09 at 2:18 p.m.