Tomorrow Is Another Day


Can you pass me another beer please?

Yes, it’s been that kind of a day. I am so tired of answering stupid questions, dealing with uncooperative co-workers, people with territorial issues, and one cranky five year old. Has anyone out there stopped to ask me how my day went? Does anyone care how I am feeling these days? Anyone…crickets chirping…chirp…chirp. Well…in the words of Scarlett O’Hara…after all, tomorrow is another day!

One thought on “Tomorrow Is Another Day

  1. I’m right there with ya, Chica.

    It was all I could do today to keep myself from looking at some painintheass child and say, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!”

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