I just got home and noticed that this shirt is a tad…revealing. Glad everyone at work got to view the goods all day. Man.
I spent the entire day proofreading about urine. I am not even making this up. All day. If that doesn't put you in a pissy mood…
At least I'm getting to be a whiz at this job. I aim to be number one soon!
"Yer in" a bad mood now, aren't you? You want to tell me to piss off, I know.
Okay, I'll stop.
Now that we've gotten that out of our system, I am flush with other stories. I did run two and a quarter miles last night, despite my precarious shoelace situation. Everyone has been telling me not to do long runs right before my half-marathon, so now I don't know what to do.
The longest I've run is 8 miles. I mean, when training for this race. Need I remind you that girlfriend ran TWENTY-SIX POINT TWO miles back in 2000. So, the half-marathon is in four weeks. What should I do?
Also, Marvin got a bunch of free tennis balls, which for some odd reason he has decided will be a necessary thing for his class this fall. Is he going to make each kid a tennis pro? Is he going to lob them at bad children? I asked him, but then I ignored his answer.
He has put said balls in a box in the computer room. Okay. Hello? Who do you think is just a tad interested in a BOX OF TENNIS BALLS?
She has been guarding these like a sentinel. She takes them out and puts them all over the house, then we put them away again, and what do you think happens seven seconds later? It'd be like setting a box of Barry Gibb in front of me. She can't leave it alone. This is as good as it gets for a dog.
I have to go eat all the fruit I bought this weekend, before it goes bad. It will start robbing banks and voting Republican soon.
I wish I could think of another pee joke to sign off. Crap.