Does telling you I got out of work early count as talking about work? Because if it counts, ignore this. Also, I have tomorrow off.
Did I mention I have to proofread everything on the planet, though? You may see me in your linen closet, proofreading the tags on your towels. They told me to go to your closet specifically.
Marvin's parents are coming this weekend, and that fact is like barely a blip in my life. Normally I would be cleaning the house and asking what our plans are, but I keep forgetting they are coming here. Plus also I cannot pay any attention to them anyway, because did you know I have to proofread everything on the planet?
If you feel someone tugging on your back, it's just me, proofreading your bra strap. I'd have pegged you for a 36C.
At any rate, I thought I should throw in some photographs today because I haven't added any photos in a couple days. I have nothing interesting to show you, so I just took pictures of all of us.
Here I am, continuing to have hair like a regular person. LOOK at it! It's so exciting. I look tired. I can't imagine why. Last night I came home from work and got out some…proofreading. Which I did till 10:00. Today at my new job I didn't get to go to lunch till 3:00, it was so busy, and now I am home and I think I might get out my red pen and oh, I don't know, maybe proofread something.
Yes, that is me in your fridge. Proofing your ingredients lists on your bottles and such.
There's Marvin, reading my birthday Kindle. Now officially his Kindle. Look how pleased he is.
Fran's sittin' in yer laundry. Dirtyin' yer close.
Henry is dirtying himself. Now I feel compelled to go out there and pull weeds.
When I opened the door to photograph rolly Henry, Winston caught wind of the fact that his orange pal was out there, and God forbid those two are doing a separate activity. So now they are out there together. Wreaking havoc. Meeting wimmins. Mowin' at dawgs.
No idea why I'm talking like that today. I'll just have to proofread it later.
You know what I would do if I didn't have to grasp my red pen at this juncture? I'd go see the new Twilight movie. Because I'm 10. Has anyone seen it? Is it good? Does it bite? BAHAHAHAHA.
Wow. Someone stop me. I'm beginning to wear(wolf) on you, aren't I? I will not continue in this vein. I am dogged in my determination to stop. Stick a Forks in me, I'm done.