I survived my long day yesterday, and I don't have to repeat it until Thursday. That is a good thing---because those two days about do me all the way in. I got a TON of work done, as well. Owner showed the place to a potential buyer, I HATE this. I am always afraid to say too much about work, as there is/are readers that love to talk to those that really don't need to know. But what I say here, about work at least, has always been said to Owner by a big mouth first. Namely, ME. So, Tony B., the next time you feel compelled to read what is said on my blog to owner, you really need to remember who you are dealing with, and that rarely a thought of mine has gone unspoken. Also, I have no trouble telling my opinion to him, tactfully, or otherwise. So, having said that, I HATE this whole selling thing. It makes me want to cry. It is necessary, but it leaves so many questions and uncertainties, about me, about him....shit.
I am tired today and I have to wrestle with a sixteen page bank statement, uh...probably not the best situation...but the way the damned thing goes some months, it may HELP. I plan on leaving work a little early this afternoon, maybe to play a little. We will see.
Just a random thought: How in the hell can a woman be pregnant, give birth, and claim she never knew she was? Surprise, here's a baby for you. How on earth can that happen? I don't care how large you are, when I was pregnant, all three of my babies took out their aggressions on my insides, sometimes feeling like I would be bruised. How can you NOT know? Doesn't the fact that you are no longer have a "monthly visit" MEAN anything? I don't understand this defense, I don't at all. I also really can't believe it. There are too many things that happen, for one---you get really, really large in the middle. Even for a person who is not very intelligent, even for a person who is really fat, I absolutely do not believe that is possible. Not that it matters in any way to my life, just a random thought, something in the news.
I suppose I should get going. I really would rather go back to bed, but had probably better not. I am hoping for a good day, and one for you, too. Later!