Got my coffee, a donut, and a happy song in my head....

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I loved your Christmas card, Deb! I hang all my Christmas cards on the archway between the living room and dining room. I sent my cards late this year, but the last of them left in yesterday's mail.
 
Where's my freakin PM?

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I loved your Christmas card, Deb! I hang all my Christmas cards on the archway between the living room and dining room. I sent my cards late this year, but the last of them left in yesterday's mail.

Thank you. I'm trying to support the local starving artists.
 
Here's the lyrics:
You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that`s home you know
Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house it`s not much to talk about
But it`s filled with love that`s grown in southern ground
And a little bit of chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love

It’s funny how it`s the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, or what you drive, or the price tag on your clothes
There`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I`ve come to know
So if you agree have a drink with me
Raise your glasses for a toast
To a little bit of chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love

I thank God for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
Salute the ones who died
The ones that give their lives so we don`t have to sacrifice
All the things we love
Like our chicken fried

And cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I`ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother`s love
It’s a little chicken fried
A cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Well I’ve seen the sun rise
Seen the love in my woman’s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother’s love





See? I know this song.
edit: spell check
 
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I may be buying a one-way ticket on the crazy train today.

You can only hold it all in for so long before it spews all over everyone's shoes.

I never let my work affect my home life, but last night I was up most of the night trying not to puke.

I may take up drinking hard egg nog....
 

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