And also a little of this:
And rounded it all out watching Uncle Matt do this:
But now it is time to get back to work. I must buy things, sell things, make things, wash things, answer things, read things, write things, sort things, repair things, and otherwise realign my life. More on THAT progress later.
Oh, also, today I made the bagger at the commissary mad. I don’t recommend it.
Oh, Jenn, your blog makes me happy. :) Please tell me how you made the bagger mad. :)
ReplyDeleteI didn't have any cash! I thought there were some loose bills in the cup holder, and there weren't any. So she's like all "How you, huh? Nice baby! He so pretty!"
ReplyDeleteAnd she's still standing there. I'm saying goodbye, I'm edging toward the door. She's starin' me down, man. So I said, "I'm really sorry, I don't have any cash after all!"
Oh em gee. Gone away are the smiley happies, here to stay is the freeze-the-accessories-right-off-your-face glare. And she's says, "Oh." And turned on her heel and stalked off. Oh well. This was all after I pissed off one of the RCIA instructors that works for me. Not the best Sunday on record. :P
Geez. I'm too cheap to use the commissary baggers. I always do self-check-out. ;)
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