I didn’t get eaten alive by my ginormaous cat, nor was I abducted by aliens…unless, you count a different boss as an alien.
Last Monday, I was abruptly moved from my cozy, lesbian infected office, out to the carriage house, AKA, The Princess Suite. In stead of working for a guitar playing, beer drinking, insulin shooting, dog loving attorney, (yes, he and I got along fantastically!!). I now work for two (yes, 2) beer drinking, dog loving female attorneys.
May I just say that I am flattered that they didn’t just kick me to the curb. Thank you, thank you very much.
ANywho, I just wanted to let ya’ll know I am, in fact, still alive. I’ll be back Monday with updated burn pictures. (C’mon, you know you want to jump up and down and squeal with excitement.) Tootles my loves!
Last Monday, I was abruptly moved from my cozy, lesbian infected office, out to the carriage house, AKA, The Princess Suite. In stead of working for a guitar playing, beer drinking, insulin shooting, dog loving attorney, (yes, he and I got along fantastically!!). I now work for two (yes, 2) beer drinking, dog loving female attorneys.
May I just say that I am flattered that they didn’t just kick me to the curb. Thank you, thank you very much.
ANywho, I just wanted to let ya’ll know I am, in fact, still alive. I’ll be back Monday with updated burn pictures. (C’mon, you know you want to jump up and down and squeal with excitement.) Tootles my loves!
Thank goodness I really was afraid the cat ate you.
ReplyDeleteWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I miss my Larkin! I miss my morning coffee with you and telling you not to sing until 11:30.
ReplyDeleteI am jumping up and down while squealing right now as I type this! I can't wait!
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