I don't know what happened yesterday but it was like everybody decided to start working at... oh say around 2 o'clock. It was like a delayed reaction to the full moon or something... I literally had 4 people with 6 different problems talking to me at the same time via messenger, phone and our new trouble ticket system AT THE SAME TIME.
I think I was dirty dancing with the boundary of my multi-tasking a.d.d.d.d. limit, it was a little scary... and a little exciting all at the same time... and by exciting I mean juggling an entire carton of eggs in the middle of a mine field.
A lovely dinner, followed by some after dinner entertainment and taekwondo and I'm relaxing on the couch with a purple freezie... it tastes like grape, but I wouldn't call it grape... I mean how much grape can it actually have in it if it tastes the way a scented marker smells *and* turns your tongue purple? It can't possibly be good for you :p
I think though, my favorite part of the day was the apres dinner entertainment consisting of an introduction to "The Pig Family" *ahem*
M: "I'm the Daddy pig George" *SnorT*
A: "No no I'M the Daddy pig!"
M: ... "and I'm the baby pig" *snort* *heh*
M: ..."and now I'm Mama George" *sng-iggle* *cough* *wheeze* "Oops I said Mama George!"
Mom: "Okay honey let's let A who doesn't have asthma do the introductions" *rubs back*
A: "This is the Daddy pig" *SnnNOOOoORT!!*"
*giggles*
A: "This is the Mama pig *SNORT!!*"
*GIGGLES!*
... by this point it had devolved into everyone was giggling those deep infectious belly giggles ... which is about one of the
I think I was dirty dancing with the boundary of my multi-tasking a.d.d.d.d. limit, it was a little scary... and a little exciting all at the same time... and by exciting I mean juggling an entire carton of eggs in the middle of a mine field.
A lovely dinner, followed by some after dinner entertainment and taekwondo and I'm relaxing on the couch with a purple freezie... it tastes like grape, but I wouldn't call it grape... I mean how much grape can it actually have in it if it tastes the way a scented marker smells *and* turns your tongue purple? It can't possibly be good for you :p
I think though, my favorite part of the day was the apres dinner entertainment consisting of an introduction to "The Pig Family" *ahem*
M: "I'm the Daddy pig George" *SnorT*
A: "No no I'M the Daddy pig!"
M: ... "and I'm the baby pig" *snort* *heh*
M: ..."and now I'm Mama George" *sng-iggle* *cough* *wheeze* "Oops I said Mama George!"
Mom: "Okay honey let's let A who doesn't have asthma do the introductions" *rubs back*
A: "This is the Daddy pig" *SnnNOOOoORT!!*"
*giggles*
A: "This is the Mama pig *SNORT!!*"
*GIGGLES!*
... by this point it had devolved into everyone was giggling those deep infectious belly giggles ... which is about one of the
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