Why do Friday afternoon’s seem to take forever? Is there some strange sort of space time continuum that we enter into Friday at 2:30?
Is God up there laughing as he slows down the clock “hey, hey, Jesus. Watch this..”
I mean seriously. It’s ridiculous.
So I’m writing this blog trying to pass the time away.
The bathroom at work had a sign on the door “Men at Work”. Imediately I felt the urge to open the door to see if they were from the land down under but decided against it. When I told Joe of the sign he made the same joke. Being married makes you funny x2.
I need to get some new flats. The ones I’m wearing are terribly stinky. Who knew my delicate little angel feet could smell this bad? Not me. That’s for sure. I found some cute topsiders but dang..they are expensive.
