Yay. I'm glad 39495940303 of you so far are in on the doing-good-deeds-in-December thing. Remember, you have till midnight tonight to tell me you are in.
DO NOT TELL ME YOU ARE IN ON THIS POST, THOUGH! Tell me on YESTERDAY'S post. I have to pair you up with people and do not wish to toggle back and forth through two sets of comments and have my own good deed end up being the part where I do not kill you all.
And whoever said I had a hissy fit last year can just go to Halifax. I may have had a slight moment of crankiness last year. A HISSY fit. Hmph!
In other news about why I am Stretch Armstrong at the moment and could burst into tears like Taylor on the Real Housewives--who I actually am liking more and more and perhaps I am alone on this, but I feel like she's trying to be as honest as possible and that jaded phony crowd cannot fathom such a thing--today is the last day of my statistics textbook freelance work. It is due tonight. And guess what. GUESS WHAT?
Last night at NINE-THIRTY I get an email from the statistics textbook company. This happens all the time.
Dear June, they said.
Here is some new work. It takes priority over what you are currently doing, so blow off that book you were gonna finish, that was dangling like a shiny golden carrot of doneness. Blow off the carrot, June, and read this thing first, so that you will have EVEN MORE NIGHTS of working all day then dashing home to work all night.
Love, The Textbook Company.
Oh, booo hooo hoooo hooo hoooo. My large inflated lips are quivering.
At least I will be rich. Ish. More yodeling pickles for everyone!
What if I sent yodeling pickles to everyone on my Christmas list? And nothing else? I wonder what everyone would do?
Wow. That divorce she seemed to be handling has really done her in.
I must go get ready for my actual real job. It was a year ago today I got laid off from my last actual real job. I was thinking yesterday that this past year, from getting laid off through having surgery and Marvin leaving and Tallulah getting hit by a car and Winston running away and Daniel Boone breaking my heart and having no money now and getting shingles, this year has
So maybe starting today this will be a better year. Because it all began last November 30 and I had no clue it was on its way.
Watch. I'll walk out the front door today and a tree will fall on my head.