The new schedule at work for the week of Sept 6th shows 40 hours again. I googled letters of resignation and was all set to quit my job yesterday. Hubby said no, you must have a new job before quitting the old one. I told the girls what he said and then told them I'm thinking of divorce. There was silence and then they got it and laughed their heads off.
They all think I'm funny and it's so hard trying to out funny myself. That's not what I need to be thinking about though, it's the "twelve days of cleaning" I need to concentrate on. Isn't that a song?
Oh good, I'm getting a partridge in a pear tree today. Who would give me that? How about a quail in a tree? I painted one like that yesterday but don't like it.
"First things first" is the thought today again and I'll finish that painting now. I've got 2 days off. I can clean later. Can we spell "procrastinator"?
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