Office Work, Part Deux: Professional Mayhen

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OH BUFF!!!! sniffle sniffle
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as Laree says I lurve you! He'll be the one wearing a fanny pack. Yes really a fanny pack and dentures that dont fit.
 
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It's really pathetic right now given as I'm stuck at work for another 33 minutes and have to wear my shoes at work.
 
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It's really pathetic right now given as I'm stuck at work for another 33 minutes and have to wear my shoes at work.

You can always slip 'em off under your desk, if they're slippable.


Bows, I wear a fanny pack when I go riding to carry my Epipen on my person in case my horse dumps me and takes off. I never claimed not to be a dork.
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Oh Bows, I had no idea just how dire this situation is. You poor poor dear. It's a miracle you've managed this far.

But don't worry, I'm on it. Fanny pack, meet Mr. Shark.
 
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This is true.

We know that you sleep with your Texas Instruments calcuator and pocket protector under your pillow.
 
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This is true.

We know that you sleep with your Texas Instruments calcuator and pocket protector under your pillow.

Not to mention my super-thick glasses on the nightstand next to me.
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Dont get me wrong I think fanny packs have their place and purpose but he carries the fanny pack like a purse. He's mean and nasty and needs to fall off the planet. Him and my mother inlaw drove all the way from Philly (to Georgia) for my sons graduation and because of something that was said (actually not said) he acted like a 2 y/o and pouted and would not come to my sons graduation. He actually gave my DH a thank you card for graduating high school and says DH married me because I was pregnant and I married DH for his money (which I'm still waiting to find all this money LOL). DH was told he married beneath his status. Oh and we're also trashy because I own chickens, only poor people and farmers own chickens.

My mother inlaw on the other hand is sweet and if her DH would just die she'd see much more of her grandchildren.

Rant over.....
 
So I'm working at home today. I see someone pull up. I am in my shorty-short PJs (as a 50 year old 200 pounder). There is a young adult in bikini top lounging on my leather sofa; (all other last night partiers are still asleep). Oh boy - enter my 17 year old son's probation officers from school. (The kid is good, he just hates school.)

My dogs go orbital, but no worries, Mr. Probation has a fanny pack full of milk bones.

Fortunately, my house is very clean. I retrieve my son who also feels it is a no pants day at home. Oh boy - English is one of the 3 classes he has failed.

I ditch System Testing to drive to school and register the boy for summer school at the tune of $325 that I will later extract from his hide.

Oh - look. The chickens are doing somerthing cute. AAwwww... I think those 2 Mallards are in love....



Chickens = Therapist.
 
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It's 9 and you do realize that those bunnies cost us a sum total of $15 every 6 weeks, right?

My bunny Monty died
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but he was old. Something like 8 years old.

Buff if I knew which place they were gonna be I'd take ya up on it!

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I hate it when pets die.
 
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It's really pathetic right now given as I'm stuck at work for another 33 minutes and have to wear my shoes at work.

You can always slip 'em off under your desk, if they're slippable.

I could. But then I couldn't get 'em back on later when I need to escape from my desk.
 
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