*places finger over lips and moves it vigerously going PPbububububbbbbbbbbttt*
No I'm not dead Sanka...
In the mists of a massive upheaval at work and long long days of covering for co-workers and trying to do my part to keep the department a float until the new member get here and the sick co-worker gets well.
I decided I could blog for 15 min to unwind before I go to work this morning. How sad is that? I need to unwind after getting up?
weather is just K.I.L.L.I.N.G my back....freezing nights and hot-hot days = vicious upswings in the arthritis in my back. A yearly thing that makes me walk funny and get a touch crabby.
I got to talk to the police x2 yesterday. And there was no time to blog the adventure. Sigh....that's a mean thing to do to a writer.
I need two days off and a big bowl of pudding.
The cooking kind, that is hot and then forms a weird coating as it cools in the fridge. I love cold-cooked pudding skin.
I carefully scoop it off and then lay it on my tongue like a second skin. I feel like Hannibal Lecter using others skins on his face. It's weirdly...exciting.
Like just how fast do you think I would get locked up if I called my doctor and confessed to wearing pudding skins?
I know I can't be the only person on the planet who loves pudding skins. But I like to think I am the only one who wears them. Because the thought of a bunch of us out there with pudding covered tongues is a bit freaky, and more then a little worrisome.
Times up. I have to go to work. Sigh...darn it.
****UPDATE work just informed me I get Saturday off. I shall use the day to get to know my family again. I have been working so much, they are starting to look at me with a look of *who are you and what are you doing in my house?*in their eyes.
but wait....daughter has a birthday party to go to...and hubby is off to a chess tournament...and my son is lost in Rise of Legends (ie sucked into a virtual dimension)....sigh, well there is always next month.