wednesday’s abs: Paul Walker

Monday’s Nun

wednesday’s abs

Monday’s Nun

total crap!

i can’t believe all the crap (chain letters, etc) that the women in upper management forward to me…  (upper management!).

and to think i felt bad for playing Mafia Wars during work hours…

monday’s nun: cat skates

it’s not that i’m not grateful…

late this morning, after running errands, hubby returned home announcing he’d brought me a donut.  joy!  not only am i not supposed to eat donuts (gluten intolerant), but if i were to splurge, it better be for a chocolate iced, creme-filled donut (and NOT the coconut peanut donuts he likes best– which was what was in the bag).

wtf are the bucks doing?

seriously…   are we going to be down at the half?  to wisconsin?

eta @ 4:57 pm:  guess not!

on ice

so, the pilgrim e-mails me to say that he got tired of “waiting me out” and has decided that he’s “put me on ice” long enough.  so, i’m guessing he’s getting close to being done with me?

…  purrfect.

i ran, i ran

i ran and didn’t die.  despite the snot nose and burning lungs.  don’t know why i didn’t remember to take kleenex along?

(thank god for long sleeves… )