I just made some popcorn for lunch.
My brother tells me the smell fills the office.
Popcorn smell is better than dirty man smell. That's what I say.
Hold on...I'm not saying my brother has that dirty man smell...
Oh never mind.
My other brother chewed me out this morning for not answering my cell phone.
Tell me...what am I supposed to do when he calls and I'm in the middle of a conversation with someone else on the other phone, AND I have someone in my office waiting to talk to me?
If the truth were known, I'll bet that's most people's number one complaint with me.
I don't answer my phone.
If you're one of those people who call and get my voice mail...I'm sorry.
Talking on the phone is one of my least favorite things to do.
Also, when I'm at work, which is most of the time, I can't answer my phone and chat.
I guess technically I can but the minute I do a customer will come with a question, or my office phone will ring 12,679 times, or my dad will call and then keep calling until I answer him...
It's a heavy burden having a cell phone.
As you can tell, I have nothing of importance to say to you.
Jason's home for a minute.
When he's home he tries to make up for all the time he isn't home.
He changes the sheets, and brings me ice cream, and rubs my feet...
Are you wondering what I do for him?
I help him pluck his eyebrows.
Now that I think about it, that's probably not much of a trade off.
We're meeting with the cardiologist again tomorrow.
Keep your fingers crossed...