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!
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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!”