Friday, October 23, 2009
Shh...I have to whisper..
Time is dragging by. No, it's crawling. Actually, it doesn't seem to be moving at all.. I keep acccidently looking at the clock. It's like poking something dead with a stick. It's disgusting, but I can't stop myself.
How did this travesty happen you might ask? Well even if you didn't ask, I'm going to tell you. And since I don't know how to do one teeny, tiny little thing that would be even remotely helpful to anyone here at this office, I'm going to start at the beginning and give you the really, really long drawn out version.
Many years ago, in a land far, far away (Cooper Michigan) there was a happy mom with four VERY rambunctious little boys that took up all her time and energy..
Oh rats, here comes the boss.
They grew up. Her husband forced her out into the work world..