No good deed goes unpunished...
I broke the index finger on my right hand. It got caught in the door that I was holding open for a co-worker. The top part of my finger was almost all the way off, but it's stitched back on now. Typing is a pain--literally. Screw politeness. I'm not holding doors for anyone anymore.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Lesson For Today
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Let me tell you about lessons:
WHO: Boy who is all about cars.
PROBLEM: Something with a car he can't fix then and there.
LESSON: You can try to convince him all you want that it will be okay, but you're talking to the air.
SO WHAT DO YOU DO INSTEAD: Tell him stupid stories about your childhood where you broke stuff so that he finally gives you that little laugh and smile.
Sometimes I hate lessons...
That's not a lesson, that's just a dumb story.
And then Martha had three unexpected houseguests...
Well then that's my lame story.
And hey, sometimes unexpected visitors are cute.
At least 2 out of 3 anyway.
:-O
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