Now I know why I don’t paint my nails more often. It’s a pain in the butt to keep up, then when you take it off a day later, your nails look like crapola.
I’m meeting with a new client today at my remote Starbucks office. There’s no way anyone could come here. Good grief, Lucy Dog would go all psychotic and nutso.
We tried a new thing with her… every time she went postal, we sprayed vinegar water in her mouth. Well, it worked at the time, but her long term memory is diddly, and she would start all over again the next time. Plus, she went around smelling like vinegar. peeuuu. p.u.? pee ewww…. stinky. You know what I mean.
Now what shall I wear this morning? Probably shouldn’t wear my sweats, hmm?
Did I ever tell you that I love Mondays? I do. In fact, especially now that hubby is retired, I enjoy my days of the week as opposed to weekends. Although I’m bummed out that football is just about over. Speaking of, what a game with Dallas and Seattle, yes? Geez, can you imagine how awful Tony Romo feels? Reminds me of a game in ’99 when my brothers-in-law (brothers of my brother-in-law?) messed up their chances for the division championship with a bad snap. Man, that’s gotta suck.
OH, better hop in the shower dude. Gotta get ready.