In the dictionary these days ...
I was doing a spell check recently and the word "jammy" came up (it was a wine descriptor, which is a story unto itself). One of the replacement words listed was "Mammy". Okay ...
Slave to the '80s
Brian went out to change the Rodeo into it's spankin new Colorado plates today. When he returned, I had turned the Yankees game (he's a native of Albany) to the Breakfast Club on FX. In total shock, he said, "I can't believe you turned the game. You're such a slave to the 80s." But, I would be routin for Boston, he's all about the Yankees, I was just trying to avoid turmoil, really ...
The joys of work
Not until now did I realize the joy of work: sitting in bed with my imac on my lap, a glass of red wine and words I'm being paid to write scrolling across my screen (oh, and "Breakfast Club" on in the background). Wait, the wine isn't scrolling across my screen, it's on the table next to me ... wait, have I had too much wine ...
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