1) A flat tire.
2) A visit from an unwelcome guest.
3) A major-ish crisis at work.
4) Boss calls with a car emergency. Needs to picked up.
All before 9am. It's gonna be a red-letter day.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
TMI
Dear Oversharing Coworker,
For the love of all that is good and right in the ever blessed universe...Just. Don't.
There are some things that co-workers should not discuss. Some topics that are off limits in the work place. That are off limits ANYWHERE, really. We are not, nor will we ever be, close enough friends for you to tell me about your latest...nevermind. I'm going to spare anyone reading this the same trauma I have just experienced.
Off to scour my ear drums,
Jackie
For the love of all that is good and right in the ever blessed universe...Just. Don't.
There are some things that co-workers should not discuss. Some topics that are off limits in the work place. That are off limits ANYWHERE, really. We are not, nor will we ever be, close enough friends for you to tell me about your latest...nevermind. I'm going to spare anyone reading this the same trauma I have just experienced.
Off to scour my ear drums,
Jackie
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Dear December
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You sort of sneaked your way in this year. Hi.
Remember when we would go into the woods and cut down our Christmas tree? The smell of cedar and some delicious something or other floating in from the kitchen. Dad looking for the Elvis Christmas album and Mom softly complaining under her breath about having to vacuum up all the needles.
Remember the time the church youth group took a hay ride to go Christmas caroling around town? That was fun.
You may have a sharp bite, but you're not fooling anyone. You give endless supplies of imagination, of story, of wishing and hope. It's good to see you.
And the sunshine you sent today? I really appreciate it.
You sort of sneaked your way in this year. Hi.
Remember when we would go into the woods and cut down our Christmas tree? The smell of cedar and some delicious something or other floating in from the kitchen. Dad looking for the Elvis Christmas album and Mom softly complaining under her breath about having to vacuum up all the needles.
Remember the time the church youth group took a hay ride to go Christmas caroling around town? That was fun.
You may have a sharp bite, but you're not fooling anyone. You give endless supplies of imagination, of story, of wishing and hope. It's good to see you.
And the sunshine you sent today? I really appreciate it.
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