Twelve-hour day, baby! I’m still at work. Amazing.
Thanks, “Big G”, for holding a 3-day meeting during one of the busiest weeks we’ve ever had here.
I also think they turn off the heat in this building after 8pm.
Before I reapply my nose to the grindstone…a laugh for you. Last night I drove back from Virginia. I stumble back into the house, dump my stuff on the sofa, and chill. My toiletry bag was unzipped about 2 inches. I left it all on the sofa for a few hours, then I bring it upstairs to unpack.
I go to brush my teeth before bed, and find my toothbrush has gone missing! Odd. I lumber back downstairs and see it on the ground, mangled by dog fangs. Sheesh. Apparently, Max sniffed around, stuck his pickle nose into the toiletry bag, and rooted out my minty toothbrush.
What’s a girl to do?
I ended up sticking my finger into the smallest of my velcro rollers, putting toothpaste on it, and brushed my teeth with it.
Very MacGyver of me, yes?
Back to the salt mines. Hope to be home by 9:30.
So, THAT explains why the dog’s teeth were pearly white and his breath smelled of minty freshness. I was wondering why your toothbrush was on the floor in the office, but nowadays, nothing surprises me too much. Glad you’re home and can’t wait to actually spend some time with you! I love you.
Oh my god 12 hours. My head would explode. No really it would explode.
Live on the edge! Share the toothbrush. The vet always says dogs have cleaner mouthes than any of us humans, nevermind what they use those tongues for.
And twelve hours… ye gods. I seriously hope that’s time and a half!
You are too much! 🙂
..just saw you’re working the Artist’s Way? Enjoy it!!