My legs flutter as I write about what will be on Thursday at about 4:30pm. I will have completed another day of nothing at work. Having emailed 900 times, staying sufficiently caught up with every TDH I've ever met. I will sign out about 12 hours below my required 40 hours of work, drive home in the warmest of Octobers to date with corn husk tornados whirling around. The windows are down and Chad Vangaalen is telling me how lucky I am.
I get home and the dog is all over me. The kitchen floor is a mess. I'll mop on sunday. I go up stairs and take out a batter of hooge. Smoke a little and hit the bathroom. Check the growth on my grooming. Hit the shower and daydream about my weekend in Chicago with Chiken and Orangeboy, the food will be on point and the SG show will be all it should be as long as Chloe shows up...ahh geez. My life is fantastic.
I get home and the dog is all over me. The kitchen floor is a mess. I'll mop on sunday. I go up stairs and take out a batter of hooge. Smoke a little and hit the bathroom. Check the growth on my grooming. Hit the shower and daydream about my weekend in Chicago with Chiken and Orangeboy, the food will be on point and the SG show will be all it should be as long as Chloe shows up...ahh geez. My life is fantastic.
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sloane:
Yeah, it's not that hard. It's exactly 6 months after your regular birthday?
orangeboy:
yeah that could work. you should bring some buck 65 up with you this weekend. i would like to hear it.