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.